The dwarf was struck dumb with terror; he felt his nose; it was full two hands long, and thick in proportion. So then the old hag had likewise changed his person; and hence it was his mother did not know him, and people called him an ill-favoured dwarf. 'Master,' said he, half crying to the cobbler, 'have you no looking-glass at hand in which I might behold myself?' 'Young gentleman,' replied his father gravely, 'you have not exactly been favoured as to appearance so as to make you vain, and you have no cause to look often in the glass. You had better leave it off altogether. It is with you a particularly ridiculous habit.' 'Oh! pray let me look in the glass,' cried the dwarf. 'I assure you it is not from vanity.' 'Leave me in peace, I have none in my possession; my wife has a little looking-glass, but I do not know where she has hid it. If you really must look into one,--why then, over the way lives Urban, the barber, who has a glass twice as big as your head; look in there, and now, good morning.' With these words his father pushed him gently out of the stall, locked the door after him, and sat down again to his work. The little dwarf, much cast down, went over the way to the barber, whom he well remembered in former times. 'Good morning, Urban,' said he to him, 'I come to beg a favour of you; be so kind as to let me look a moment in your looking-glass.' 'With pleasure,' cried the barber laughing; 'there it is,' and his customers who were about to be shaved laughed heartily with him. 'You are rather a pretty fellow, slim and genteel; you have a neck like a swan, hands like a queen, and a turn-up nose, such as one seldom sees excelled. A little vain you are of it, no doubt; but no matter, look at yourself; people shall not say that envy prevented me from allowing you to see yourself in my glass.'