ever she got at liberty herself.

"Can I do nothing to get you back to your old home?" Amelia cried, for
she thought of others now as well as herself.

"No, thank you," returned the old woman; "I am used to this, and do not
care to return. I have been here a long time--how long I do not know;
for as there is neither daylight nor dark we have no measure of
time--long, I am sure, very long. The light and noise up yonder would
now be too much for me. But I wish you well, and, above all, remember
to dance!"

The new scene of Amelia's labours was a more rocky part of the heath,
where grey granite boulders served for seats and tables, and sometimes
for workshops and anvils, as in one place, where a grotesque and grimy
old dwarf sat forging rivets to mend china and glass. A fire in a
hollow of the boulder served for a forge, and on the flatter part was
his anvil. The rocks were covered in all directions with the
knick-knacks, ornaments, &c., that Amelia had at various times
destroyed.

"If you please, sir," she said to the dwarf, "I am Amelia."

The dwarf left off blowing at his forge and looked at her.

"Then I wonder you're not ashamed of yourself," said he.

"I am ashamed of myself," said poor Amelia, "very much ashamed. I
should like to mend these things if I can."

"Well, you can't say more than that," said the dwarf, in a mollified
tone, for he was a kindly little creature; "bring that china bowl here,
and I'll show you how to set to work."

Poor Amelia did not get on very fast, but she tried her best. As to the
dwarf, it was truly wonderful to see how he worked. Things seemed to
mend themselves at his touch, and he was so proud of his skill, and so
particular, that he generally did over again the things which Amelia
had done after her fashion. The first time he gave her a few minutes in
which to rest and amuse herself, she held out her little skirt, and
began one of her prettiest dances.

"Rivets and trivets!" shrieked the little man, "how you dance! It is
charming! I say it is charming! On with you! Fa, la fa! La, fa la! It
gives me the fidgets in my shoe-points to see you!" and forthwith down
he jumped, and began capering about.

"I am a good dancer myself," said the little man. "Do you know the
'Hop, Skip, and a Jump' dance?"

"I do not think I do," said Amelia.

"It is much admired," said the dwarf, "when I dance it;" and he
thereupon tucked up the little leathern apron in which he worked, and
perfo