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down with a strong rope, was that from which Tinseltoes had tossed the doublet, and as the cobbler came down late in the twilight, a poor woodman, with a heavy load of fagots, stopped and stared at him in great astonishment.

“‘What’s the matter, friend?’ said Spare. ‘Did you never see a man coming down from a back window before?’

“‘Why,’ said the woodman, ‘the last morning I passed here a leathern doublet came out of that very window, and I’ll be bound you are the owner of it.’

“‘That I am, friend,’ said the cobbler. ‘Can you tell me which way that doublet went?’

“‘As I walked on,’ said the woodman, ‘a dwarf, called Spy, bundled it up and ran off to his mother in the forest.’

“‘Honest friend,’ said Spare, taking off the last of his fine clothes (a grass-green mantle edged with gold), ‘I’ll give you this if you will follow the dwarf, and bring me back my doublet.’

“‘It would not be good to carry fagots in,’ said the woodman. ‘But if you want back your doublet, the road to the forest lies at the end of this lane,’ and he trudged away.

“Determined to find his doublet, and sure that neither crowd nor courtiers could catch him