"Dear me!" said the man. "Yes, to be sure, I recognize them. But what makes them so small?"
"This is not a magnifying glass!" said the Magician.
"But they are pretty!" said the man. "Beautiful, I may say. That little fellow with the twinkle in his eye and his coat out at elbows; he is charming, if I do say it. But what is going on now? here comes a crowd of big, hulking, ruffianly fellows, jostling the little people and driving them to the wall. What a villainous-looking set! Their faces are wholly strange to me; what are they?"
"Your vices!" said the Wandering Magician.
But when the man would have fallen upon him, he was gone.
IN THE SHADED ROOM
