A shoemaker and his wife lived in
a little house on the edge of a wood.
They were very, very poor, and each day they grew poorer and
poorer.
At last there was nothing left in the house but leather for one
pair of shoes.
"I will cut out this last pair of shoes," the shoemaker said to his
wife.
"To-morrow I will sew them and peg them."
So he cut out the leather and left it on his bench.
The next morning he went into his shop to make the shoes.
What did he see!
A pair of shoes, all nicely made and ready to be sold.
The stitches were so fine and the shoes so well made that they were
quickly sold.
With the money the poor shoemaker bought leather for two pairs of
shoes.
Then he said to his wife, "I will cut out the leather for two pairs
of shoes. To-morrow I will sew them and peg them."
So he cut out the leather for the shoes and left it on his
bench.
The next morning when he went into his shop to make the shoes, what
did he find!

Yes, there were two pairs of shoes already made.
The work was so well done that those shoes were also sold very
quickly.
With the money the poor shoemaker bought enough leather for four
pairs of shoes.
Those he also cut out and left upon his bench.
The next morning he found four pairs of beautiful shoes, all well
made.
And so it went on and on. Instead of being a very poor shoemaker,
be became a very rich shoemaker.
His shoes were so well made that even the queen herself wore
them.
At last the shoemaker said to his wife, "We must find out who makes
the shoes."
So one bright moonlight night they hid behind a curtain, where they
could watch the bench and not be seen.
Just on the stroke of midnight, two little elves jumped through the
window.
They went skipping and dancing up to the bench.

Sitting cross-legged they took up the leather and began to work.
How their needles flew back and forth, back and forth!
How their little hammers beat rap-a-tap-tap, rap-a-tap-tap!
Almost before the shoemaker and his wife could think the work was
all done.
The tiny elves ran about, skipping and dancing, skipping and dancing.
Then, whisk! quick as a wink, they were gone.
The next morning the good shoemaker said to his wife, "What can we
do for those dear little elves?"
"I should like very much to make some clothes for them," said his
wife. "They were almost naked."
"If you will make their coats, I will make them some shoes," said
the shoemaker. "Their little feet were bare."
When the clothes and shoes were ready, they were put upon the bench.
The shoemaker and his wife again hid behind the curtain.
Just as before, when the clock struck twelve, in jumped the tiny elves.
They went skipping and dancing, skipping and dancing, to their work.

They saw the little coats, the tiny stockings, and the neat little shoes.
They clapped their hands for joy.
Then, slipping on their clothes, they skipped, hand and hand, out
of the window.
The shoemaker and his wife never saw the little elves again, but
after that night, good luck seemed to always be with them.