A String of Chinese Peach Stones

Grandfather Three

An ox-boy was once hitting his beast with a switch. As he did so, he saw a tiny hat fall to the ground, and a dwarf run away for fear of receiving a second blow. He picked up the hat, put it on, and went home. ” Rice is ready! ” cried his mother, as she saw the ox come back, but where was her lad? “Here!” he shouted. “Where?” “Standing in the doorway,” was the reply, which, being accompanied by a removal of the magic head-gear, made the lad apparent to her ocular demonstration. He seems to have returned the hat.

The villagers strive to avoid hurting Grandfather Three’s feelings by cautioning their children against tying empty egg-shells on the ends of a stick when playing at water coolies, seeing which, the dwarf for he is a very tiny little fellow might think they were stealing his buckets.

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