in letting the folk that dwell under the ground know that he had it. At
midnight he went to the Nine-hills, and cried with all his might--

"John Wilde of Rodenkirchen has got a beautiful glass shoe. Who will buy
it? who will buy it?" for he knew that the little one who had lost the
shoe must go barefoot till he got it again; and that is no trifle, for
the little people have generally to walk upon very hard and stony
ground.

John's advertisement was speedily attended to. The little fellow who had
lost the shoe made no delay in setting about redeeming it. The first
free day he got that he might come out in the daylight, he came as a
respectable merchant, knocked at John Wilde's door, and asked if John
had not got a glass shoe to sell:

"For," says he, "they are an article now in great demand, and are sought
for in every market."

John replied that it was true that he had a very pretty little glass
shoe; but it was so small that even a dwarf's foot would be squeezed in
it, and that a person must be made on purpose to suit it before it could
be of use. For all that, it was an extraordinary shoe, a valuable shoe,
and a dear shoe, and it was not every merchant that could afford to pay
for it.

The merchant asked to see it, and when he had examined it--

"Glass shoes," said he, "are not by any means such rare articles, my
good friend, as you think here in Rodenkirchen, because you do not
happen to go much into the world. However," said he, after humming a