but one was too long, and another too short, and it was only when she got to the seventh that she found one to suit her exactly. So she lay down upon it, said her prayers like a good child, and fell fast asleep.
When it got quite dark the masters of the little house returned. They were seven dwarfs who worked in the mines, right down deep in the heart of the mountain. They lighted their seven little lamps, and as soon as their eyes got accustomed to the glare they saw that someone had been in the room, for all was not in the same order as they had left it.
The first said:
‘Who’s been sitting on my little chair?’
The second said:
‘Who’s been eating my little loaf?’
The third said:
‘Who’s been tasting my porridge?’
The fourth said:
‘Who’s been eating out of my little plate?’