'I have never seen anything like this!' said the Goblin. 'I never
expected this! I must stay with the student.'

The little fellow thought it over, for he was a sensible Goblin.
Then he sighed, 'The student has no jam!'

And on that he went down to the grocer again. And it was a good
thing that he did go back, for the tub had nearly worn out the
tongue. It had read everything that was inside it, on the one
side, and was just going to turn itself round and read from the
other side when the Goblin came in and returned the tongue to its
owner.

But the whole shop, from the till down to the shavings, from that
night changed their opinion of the tub, and they looked up to it,
and had such faith in it that they were under the impression that
when the grocer read the art and drama critiques out of the paper
in the evenings, it all came from the tub.

But the Goblin could no longer sit quietly listening to the
wisdom and intellect downstairs. No, as soon as the light shone
in the evening from the attic it seemed to him as though its
beams were strong ropes dragging him up, and he had to go and
peep through the key-hole. There he felt the sort of feeling we
have looking at the great rolling sea in a storm, and he burst
into tears. He could not himself say why he wept, but in spite of
his tears he felt quite happy. How beautiful it must be to sit
under that tree with the student, but that he could not do; he
had to content himself with the key-hole and be happy there!