Soon his small shop was crowded with customers. He cut out many types of shoes: stiff boots lined with fur, delicate slippers for dancers, walking shoes for ladies, tiny shoes for children. Soon his shoes had bows and laces and buckles of fine silver. The little shop prospered as never before, and it's proprietor was soon a rich man himself. His family wanted for nothing.
As the shoemaker and his wife sat by the fire one night, he said, "One of these days, I shall have to learn who has been helping us."
We could hide behind the cupboard in your workroom," she said. "That way, we could find out just who your helpers are."
