"Please, sir, my feet are almost frozen."
"Oh, ho!" thought Jules, "I know all about that. This is one of the fairy-folks who come in distress to a person, and who if that person is kind to them, make him rich and happy; but if he turns them away, he soon finds himself in all sorts of misery. I shall be very careful." And then he said aloud: "Well, sir, what can I do for you?"
"That is a strange question," said the dwarf. "If you were to walk by the side of a deep stream, and were to see a man sinking in the water, would you stop and ask him what you could do for him?"
"Would you like my stockings?" said Jules, putting down his knife and sausage, and preparing to pull off one of his boots. "I will let you have them?"
"No, no!" said the other. "They are miles too big for me."
"Will you have my cap or my scarf in which to wrap your feet and warm them?"
"No, no!" said the dwarf. "I don't put my feet in caps and scarfs."
"Well, tell me what you would like," said Jules. "Shall I make a fire?"
"No, I will not tell you," said the fairy-man. "You have kept me standing here long enough."
Jules could not see what this had to do with it. He was getting very anxious. If he were only a quick-witted fellow, so as to think of exactly the right thing to do, he might make his fortune. But he could think of nothing more.
"I wish, sir, that you would tell me just what you would like for your cold feet," said Jules, in an entreating tone, "for I shall be very glad to give it to you, if it is at all possible."
"If your ax were half as dull as your brain," said the dwarf,
