HERE was once a poor countryman who
 used to sit in the chimney-corner all
 evening and poke the fire, while his
 wife sat at her spinning-wheel.
 
And he used to say,
 
“ How dull it is without any children
 about us; our house is so qulet, and
 other people’s houses so noisy and
 merry !”
 
“Yes,” answered his wife, and sighed, ‘if we could only
 have one, and that one ever so little, no bigger than my
 thumb, how happy I should be! It would, indeed, be having
 our heart’s desire.”
 
Now, it happened that after a while the woman had a child
 who was perfect in all his limbs, but no bigger than a thumb.
 Then the parents said,
 
6 He is just what we wished for, and we will love him very
 much,” and they named him according to his stature, “ Tom
 Thumb.” And though they gave him plenty of nourishment,
 he grew no bigger, but remained exactly the same size as when
 he was first born; and he had very good faculties, and was
 very quick and prudent, so that all he did prospered.
 
One day his father made ready to go into the forest to cut
 wood, and he said, as if to himself,
 
“Now, I wish there was some one to bring the cart to
 meet me.”
 
“© father,” cried Tom Thumb, "I can bring the cart,