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it over rage filled his heart。  Seven years of his youth had been
stolen from him; and what had he got in return?   To learn to rub
up cocoa nuts; and to polish glass floors; and to be taught
cooking by guinea pigs!  He stood there thinking; till at last
his father asked him:

'Is there anything I can do for you; young gentleman?   Shall I
make you a pair of slippers; or perhaps' with a smile'a case
for your nose?'

'What have you to do with my nose?' asked Jem。  'And why should I
want a case for it?'

'Well; everyone to his taste;' replied the cobbler; 'but I must
say if I had such a nose I would have a nice red leather cover
made for it。  Here is a nice piece; and think what a protection
it would be to you。  As it is; you must be constantly knocking up
against things。'

The lad was dumb with fright。  He felt his nose。  It was thick;
and quite two hands long。  So; then; the old woman had changed
his shape; and that was why his own mother did not know him; and
called him a horrid dwarf!

'Master;' said he; 'have you got a glass that I could see myself
in?'

'Young gentleman;' was the answer; 'your appearance is hardly one
to be vain of; and there is no need to waste your time looking in
a glass。  Besides; I have none here; and if you must have one you
had better ask Urban the barber; who lives over the way; to lend
you his。  Good morning。'

So saying; he gently pushed Jem into the street; shut the door;
and went back to his work。

Jem stepped across to the barber; whom he had known in old days。

'Good morning; Urban;' said he; 'may I look at myself in your
glass for a moment?'

'With pleasure;' said the barber; laughing; and all the people in
his shop fell to laughing also。  'You are a pretty youth; with
your swan…like neck and white hands and small nose。  No wonder
you are rather vain; but look as long as you like at yourself。'

So spoke the barber; and a titter ran round the room。  Meantime
Jem had stepped up to the mirror; and stood gazing sadly at his
reflection。  Tears came to his eyes。

'No wonder you did not know your child again; dear mother;'
thought he; 'he wasn't like this when you were so proud of his
looks。'

His eyes had grown quite small; like pigs' eyes; his nose was
huge and hung down over his mouth and chin; his throat seemed to
have disappeared altogether; and his head was fixed stiffly
between his shoulders。  He was no taller than he had been seven
years ago; when he was not much more than twelve years old; but
he made up in breadth; and his back and chest had grown into
lumps like two great sacks。  His legs were small and spindly; but
his arms were as large as those of a well…grown man; with large
brown hands; and long skinny fingers。

Then he remembered the morning when he had first seen the old
woman; and her threats to him; and without saying a word he left
the barber's shop。

He determined to go again to his mother; and found her still in
the market…place。  He begged her to listen quietly to him; and he
reminded her of the day when he went away with the old woman; and
of many things in his childhood; and told her how the fairy had
bewitched him; and he had served her seven years。  Hannah did not
know what to thinkthe story was so strange; and it seemed
impossible to think her pretty boy and this hideous dwarf were
the same。  At last she decided to go and talk to her husband
about it。  She gathered up her baskets; told Jem to follow her;
and went straight to the cobbler's stall。

'Look here;' said she; 'this creature says he is our lost son。 
He has been telling me how he was stolen seven years ago; and
bewitched by a fairy。'

'Indeed!' interrupted the cobbler angrily。  'Did he tell you
this?   Wait a minute; you rascal!  Why I told him all about it
myself only an hour ago; and then he goes off to humbug you。  So
you were bewitched; my son were you?   Wait a bit; and I'll
bewitch you!'

So saying; he caught up a bundle of straps; and hit out at Jem so
hard that he ran off crying。

The poor little dwarf roamed about all the rest of the day
without food or drink; and at night was glad to lie down and
sleep on the steps of a church。  He woke next morning with the
first rays of light; and began to think what he could do to earn
a living。  Suddenly he remembered that he was an excellent cook;
and he determined to look out for a place。

As soon as it was quite daylight he set out for the palace; for
he knew that the grand duke who reigned over the country was fond
of good things。

When he reached the palace all the servants crowded about him;
and made fun of him; and at last their shouts and laughter grew
so loud that the head steward rushed out; crying; 'For goodness
sake; be quiet; can't you。  Don't you know his highness is still
asleep?'

Some of the servants ran off at once; and others pointed out Jem。

Indeed; the steward found it hard to keep himself from laughing
at the comic sight; but he ordered the servants off and led the
dwarf into his own room。

When he heard him ask for a place as cook; he said:  'You make
some mistake; my lad。  I think you want to be the grand duke's
dwarf; don't you?'

'No; sir;' replied Jem。  'I am an experienced cook; and if you
will kindly take me to the head cook he may find me of some use。'

'Well; as you will; but believe me; you would have an easier
place as the grand ducal dwarf。'

So saying; the head steward led him to the head cook's room。

'Sir;' asked Jem; as he bowed till his nose nearly touched the
floor; 'do you want an experienced cook?'

The head cook looked him over from head to foot; and burst out
laughing。

'You a cook!  Do you suppose our cooking stoves are so low that
you can look into any saucepan on them?   Oh; my dear little
fellow; whoever sent you to me wanted to make fun of you。'

But the dwarf was not to be put off。

'What matters an extra egg or two; or a little butter or flour
and spice more or less; in such a house as this?' said he。  'Name
any dish you wish to have cooked; and give me the materials I ask
for; and you shall see。'

He said much more; and at last persuaded the head cook to give
him a trial。

They went into the kitchena huge place with at least twenty
fireplaces; always alight。  A little stream of clear water ran
through the room; and live fish were kept at one end of it。 
Everything in the kitchen was of the best and most beautiful
kind; and swarms of cooks and scullions were busy preparing
dishes。

When the head cook came in with Jem everyone stood quite still。

'What has his highness ordered for luncheon?' asked the head
cook。

'Sir; his highness has graciously ordered a Danish soup and red
Hamburg dumplings。'

'Good;' said the head cook。  'Have you heard; and do you feel
equal to making these dishes?   Not that you will be able to make
the dumplings; for they are a secret receipt。'

'Is that all!' said Jem; who had often made both dishes。 
'Nothing easier。  Let me have some eggs; a piece of wild boar;
and such and such roots and herbs for the soup; and as for the
dumplings;' he added in a low voice to the head cook; 'I shall
want four different kinds of meat; some wine; a duck's marrow;
some ginger; and a herb called heal…well。'

'Why;' cried the astonished cook; 'where did you learn cooking?  
Yes; those are the exact materials; but we never used the herb
heal…well; which; I am sure; must be an improvement。'

And now Jem was allowed to try his hand。  He could not nearly
reach up to the kitchen range; but by putting a wide plank on two
chairs he managed very well。  All the cooks stood round to look
on; and could not help admiring the quick; clever way in which he
set to work。  At last; when all was ready; Jem ordered the two
dishes to be put on the fire till he gave the word。  Then he
began to count:  'One; two; three;' till he got to five hundred
when he cried; 'Now!' The saucepans were taken off; and he
invited the head cook to taste。

The first cook took a golden spoon; washed and wiped it; and
handed it to the head cook; who solemnly approached; tasted the
dishes; and smacked his lips over them。  'First rate; indeed!' he
exclaimed。  'You certain

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