At last, only one large stone remained. He pulled and tugged with all his might, and at last the brook ran merrily along, for he got the big stone up on the bank. The brook sang, “Look again, now I am free, The magic pitcher you will see!” The little dwarf looked down into the brook, and sure enough, there was a magic pitcher all blue and gold. The water ran deeper now, in the little brook, so the little dwarf had to dive down after the pitcher. He came out choking and sputtering, but he had the magic pitcher in his hand. Then he ran homeward singing and whistling all the way. He sang: “I can live without clothing and live without books, But how is a fellow to live without cooks?” [Illustration: “_He poured once more_”] He got some bread and cheese out of a cupboard and drew the pitcher full of water, and sat down to his lonely meal. He started to pour out a glass of water, and as he poured it from the magic pitcher, it turned into fine, rich milk. He poured once more, and this time it was honey that came out of the magic pitcher. He tried again and out came tea! So it went on. Every time he poured from the magic pitcher, out came something delicious to drink. The little dwarf grew so happy and healthy that when he went into the woods to chop down trees he could chop six trees while the other little dwarfs could only chop down one. He never sang any more about wanting a cook, and he seemed so happy that the other little dwarfs were jealous of him, and they said, “We will find out his secret.” So, one evening when it was late, they all crept to the house where the little dwarf lived, and they all peeped in at the window. There sat the little dwarf by the table pouring from his magic pitcher. He poured out coffee, and cream, and molasses! My! the other little dwarfs turned green with envy. They said, “We will have that pitcher.” They opened the door, ran into the house, seized the pitcher, and ran away, away, away, into the deep woods. The little dwarf was so sad, he went to the brook again and said, “The dwarfs have carried my pitcher away, Alas! alas! alackaday!” “I will fix them,” said the little brook. “You were so good to take all my stones away, you shall soon have the pitcher back again; never fear.” Then the little dwarf went back home singing a merry song. Now the dwarfs had carried the pitcher away with them, and when they had run for a long time, they saw a little brook, winding in and out among the trees, and they said, “We will fill the pitcher with water.” So the first little dwarf ran and filled the pitcher with water. Then he ran back to his companions who sat in a circle, and began to fill their glasses. They all set up a shout, for out of the pitcher came only thick mud! “You have played a trick on us,” they cried. Then the second little dwarf went and filled the pitcher. “It is pure water,” he said, but when he went to pour from the pitcher, lo! and behold! out came vinegar!