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They gave him plenty of food, yet for all they could do he never

grew bigger, but kept just the same size as he had been when he

was born. Still, his eyes were sharp and sparkling, and he soon

showed himself to be a clever little fellow, who always knew well

what he was about.

One day, as the woodman was getting ready to go into the wood to

cut fuel, he said, 'I wish I had someone to bring the cart after

me, for I want to make haste.' 'Oh, father,' cried Tom, 'I will

take care of that; the cart shall be in the wood by the time you

want it.' Then the woodman laughed, and said, 'How can that be?

you cannot reach up to the horse's bridle.' 'Never mind that,

father,' said Tom; 'if my mother will only harness the horse, I

will get into his ear and tell him which way to go.' 'Well,' said

the father, 'we will try for once.'