There sat the old people just as he had left them, nid-nid-nodding by the fire.
“Good-bye,” said the chair, “I will hide outside.”
The little boy took his tea and his silk handkerchief with him to his own room and he soon fell asleep.
His work seemed easy to him next day. He said, “I wonder where I shall go to-night. I believe I will go to Holland if the chair comes around.”
Next evening the old people fell asleep as before and there was a gentle tap at the door. The little dwarf had brought the chair again, but he wanted a present this time.
He begged so hard for a present that at last the little boy gave him the red silk handkerchief. The little dwarf tied the handkerchief about him as a sash and went off singing in the moonlight.
The little boy said, “I will go to Holland.”
He rocked away across the sea and he had a fine time, you may be sure.
The people in Holland gave him a cheese and a pair of wooden shoes to take home.
At exactly twelve o’clock he stepped into the chair and rocked home.