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Chapter 1

           Heturnedfrightenedeyesabouttheroomtofindoutwherethatwee,littlevoicehadcomefromandhesawnoone!Helookedunderthebench—noone! Hepeepedinsidethecloset—noone!Hesearchedamongtheshavings—noone!Heopenedthedoortolookupanddownthestreet—andstillnoone! 

           "Oh,Isee!"hethensaid,laughingandscratchinghisWig."ItcaneasilybeseenthatIonlythoughtIheardthetinyvoicesaythewords!Well,well—toworkoncemore." 

           Hestruckamostsolemnblowuponthepieceofwood. 

           "Oh,oh!Youhurt!"criedthesamefar-awaylittlevoice. 

           MastroCherrygrewdumb,hiseyespoppedoutofhishead,hismouthopenedwide,andhistonguehungdownonhischin. 

           Assoonasheregainedtheuseofhissenses,hesaid,tremblingandstutteringfromfright: 

           "Wheredidthatvoicecomefrom,whenthereisnoonearound?Mightitbethatthispieceofwoodhaslearnedtoweepandcrylikeachild?Icanhardlybelieveit. Hereitis—apieceofcommonfirewood,goodonlytoburninthestove,thesameasanyother.Yet—mightsomeonebehiddeninit?Ifso,theworseforhim.I’llfixhim!" 

           Withthesewords,hegrabbedthelogwithbothhandsandstartedtoknockitaboutunmercifully.Hethrewittothefloor,againstthewallsoftheroom,andevenuptotheceiling. 

           Helistenedforthetinyvoicetomoanandcry.Hewaitedtwominutes—nothing;fiveminutes—nothing;tenminutes—nothing. 

           "Oh,Isee,"hesaid,tryingbravelytolaughandrufflinguphiswigwithhishand 

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