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"
Seven
years
ago
,
"
cried
Jacob
in
horrorstricken
tones
.
"
Yes
,
little
gentleman
,
seven
long
years
ago
.
I
remember
it
as
though
it
were
yesterday
.
My
wife
came
home
from
the
market
weeping
and
wringing
her
hands
,
the
child
had
been
absent
all
day
,
and
though
she
had
searched
for
him
everywhere
she
had
not
been
able
to
find
him
.
I
had
warned
her
many
a
time
to
keep
a
careful
eye
upon
our
pretty
boy
,
telling
her
there
were
bad
folks
in
the
town
who
might
steal
him
for
the
sake
of
his
good
looks
.
But
she
was
proud
of
him
,
and
often
,
when
the
gentry
bought
fruit
and
vegetables
of
her
,
she
sent
him
to
carry
home
their
purchases
.
But
one
day
an
ugly
old
woman
came
into
the
market
and
began
to
bargain
with
her
.
In
the
end
she
bought
more
than
she
could
carry
,
and
my
wife
,
being
a
kind-hearted
woman
,
let
her
take
the
boy
with
her
,
and
from
that
hour
to
this
he
has
never
been
seen
again
.
"
"
And
that
was
seven
years
ago
?
"
asked
Jacob
.
"
Seven
years
,
alas
!
We
sought
him
high
and
low
,
and
our
neighbours
,
who
had
all
known
and
loved
the
dear
little
fellow
,
helped
in
the
search
;
but
without
avail
.
Neither
could
we
hear
any
news
of
the
old
woman
who
had
taken
him
away
.
No
one
seemed
to
know
anything
about
her
except
one
old
woman
who
was
over
ninety
years
of
age
,
and
she
said
she
must
be
the
wicked
Fairy
Herbina
,
who
visited
the
town
once
every
fifty
vears
to
buy
things
she
required
.
"
Thus
spoke
Jacob
's
father
,
as
he
hammered
away
at
his
shoe
and
drew
the
thread
backwards
and
forwards
busily
,
and
the
poor
little
fellow
began
to
understand
at
last
what
had
happened
to
him
.
It
had
been
no
dream
,
but
,
transformed
into
a
squirrel
,
he
had
really
served
the
wicked
fairy
for
seven
years
.
His
heart
was
well-nigh
ready
to
burst
with
rage
and
grief
.
Seven
years
of
his
youth
had
been
stolen
from
him
and
what
had
he
received
in
return
?
He
had
learnt
to
polish
cocoa-nut
shoes
and
glass
floors
.
Also
he
had
learnt
all
the
secrets
of
the
art
of
cookery
from
the
old
woman
's
guinea-pigs
!
He
stood
so
long
considering
what
had
been
said
,
that
his
father
asked
him
at
length
:
"
Can
I
do
anything
for
you
,
sir
?
Do
you
require
a
pair
of
shoes
,
or
,
"
he
added
with
a
smile
,
"
perhaps
a
covering
for
your
nose
would
be
useful
to
you
.
"
"
What
is
the
matter
with
my
nose
?
"
asked
Jacob
,
"
why
should
I
require
a
covering
for
it
?
"
"
A'ell
,
"
replied
the
cobbler
,
"
ever
-RCB-
'
one
to
his
taste
.
But
I
must
say
if
I
had
a
nose
like
yours
I
would
make
a
case
for
it
of
bright
red
leather
.
See
,
I
have
just
such
a
piece
by
me
.
A
good
stout
cover
for
your
nose
would
be
most
useful
,
for
I
am
quite
sure
you
must
be
constantly
knocking
-
it
against
everything
that
comes
in
your
way
.
"
The
little
fellow
's
heart
sank
with
fear
.
He
felt
his
nose
and
found
it
was
very
thick
and
quite
two
spans
in
length
.
And
so
the
old
woman
had
altered
his
appearance
too
!
That
was
why
his
mother
had
not
known
him
and
why
everyone
called
him
"
an
ugly
dwarf
.
"
