It was a deathbed scene, but the director was not satisfied with the hero’s acting.
“Come one!” cried the director. “Put more life in your dying.”
The shoemaker and his wife looked at each other, and said, “How can we thank the little elves who have made us happy and prosperous?”
“I should like to make them some pretty clothes,” said the wife, “they are quite naked.”
“I will make the shoes if you will make the coat,” said her husband.
That very day they set about it. The wife cut out two tiny, tiny coats of green, two weeny, weeny waistcoats of yellow, two little pairs of trousers, of white, two bits of caps, bright red (for every one knows the eves love bright colors), and her husband made two little pairs of shoes with long, pointed shoes. They made the wee clothes as dainty as could be, with nice little stitches and pretty buttons; and by Christmas time, they were finished.
On Christmas eve, the shoemaker cleaned his bench, and on it, instead of leather, he laid the two sets of merry little fairy clothes. Then he and his wife hid away as before, to watch.
Promptly at midnight, the little naked elves came in. They hopped upon the bench; but when they saw the little clothes there, they laughed and danced for joy. Each one caught up his little coat and things and began to put them on. Then they looked at each other and made all kinds of funny motions in their delight. At last they began to dance, and when the clock struck two, they danced quite away, out of the window.
They never came back any more, but from that day they gave the shoemaker and his wife good luck, so that they never needed any more help.