She started up.
“What do you want of me, you poor dwarf? Do not mock me. I have had sorrow, and cannot endure jokes.”
“But, mother, what has happened?”
He rushed towards her to embrace her, but she leaped into the air.
The market-women came to her and drove him away.
He went to his father’s cobbler’s shop. His father was there, but he looked like an old man.
“Good gracious! what is that?” said he wildly, as Jamie appeared.
“How are you getting on, master?” asked Jamie.
“Poorly enough. I’m getting old, and have no one to help me.”
“Have you no son?”