THE DWARF’S FEAST
himself. At length he turned to the door and disappeared, this time without doing a stroke of work.
The blacksmith never saw the little imp again. The work prepared overnight was no longer finished in the morning. The smith was obliged to do the work himself, but his two eldest sons could help him now, and so, thanks to the dwarf, they were always able to keep the wolf from the door.
The Wizard, the Turkey, and the Countess