THE ONE-EYED SERVANT.
rubbed the fire-irons, sanded the floor, and set a great jug of hawthorn in blossom on the hearth.
The next morning Bella kept a sharp look-out both for the tiny cobbler and on her neighbor's house, to see whether she could possibly catch a glimpse of the one-eyed servant. But, no—nothing could she see but her neighbor sitting on her rocking-chair, with her baby on her knee, working.
At last, when she was quite tired, she heard the voice of the cobbler outside. She ran to the door, and cried out,—
'O, do, pray, come in, sir; only look at my house!'
'Really,' said the cobbler, looking round, 'I declare I should hardly have known it the sun can shine brightly now through the clear glass; and what a sweet smell of hawthorn!'
'Well, and my one-eyed servant?' asked Bella—'you remember, I hope, that I can't pay her any wages have you met with one that will come?' 'All's right,' replied the little man, nodding. 'I've got her with me.'
'Got her with you?' repeated Bella, looking round; 'I see nobody.'
'Look, here she is!' said the cobbler, holding up something in his hand.
Would you believe it? the one-eyed servant was nothing but a Needle.
