The KISS Grammar Workbooks
The Wooden Shoes of Little Wolff
by Francois Coppee (Adapted)
Once upon a time, -- so long ago that the world
has forgotten the date, -- in a city of the North of Europe, -- the name
of which is so hard to pronounce that no one remembers it, -- there was
a little boy, just seven years old, whose name was Wolff. He was
an orphan and lived with his aunt, a hard-hearted, avaricious old woman,
who never kissed him but once a year, on New Year's Day; and who sighed
with regret every time she gave him a bowlful of soup.
The poor little boy was so sweet-tempered
that he loved the old woman in spite of her bad treatment, but he could
not look without trembling at the wart, decorated with four gray hairs,
which grew on the end of her nose.
As Wolff's aunt was known to have a house
of her own and a woolen stocking full of gold, she did not dare to send
her nephew to the school for the poor. But she wrangled so that the
schoolmaster of the rich boys' school was forced to lower his price and
admit little Wolff among his pupils. The bad schoolmaster was vexed to
have a boy so meanly clad and who paid so little, and he punished little
Wolff severely without cause, ridiculed him, and even incited against him
his comrades, who were the sons of rich citizens. They made the orphan
their drudge and mocked at him so much that the little boy was as miserable
as the stones in the street, and hid himself away in corners to cry --
when the Christmas season came.
On the Eve of the great Day the schoolmaster
was to take all his pupils to the midnight mass, and then to conduct them
home again to their parents' houses.
Now as the winter was very severe, and a quantity
of snow had fallen within the past few days, the boys came to the place
of meeting warmly wrapped up, with fur-lined caps drawn down over their
ears, padded jackets, gloves and knitted mittens, and good strong shoes
with thick soles. Only little Wolff presented himself shivering in
his thin everyday clothes, and wearing on his feet socks and wooden shoes.
His naughty comrades tried to annoy him in
every possible way, but the orphan was so busy warming his hands by blowing
on them, and was suffering so much from chilblains, that he paid no heed
to the taunts of the others. Then the band of boys, marching two
by two, started for the parish church.
It was comfortable inside the church, which
was brilliant with lighted tapers. And the pupils, made lively by
the gentle warmth, the sound of
the organ, and the singing of the choir, began to chatter in low tones.
They boasted of the midnight treats awaiting them at home. The son
of the Mayor had seen, before leaving the house, a monstrous goose larded
with truffles so that it looked like a black-spotted leopard. Another
boy told of the fir tree waiting for him, on the branches of which hung
oranges, sugar-plums, and punchinellos. Then they talked about what the
Christ Child would bring them, or what he would leave in their shoes which
they would certainly be careful to place before the fire when they went
to bed. And the eyes of the little rogues, lively as a crowd of mice, sparkled
with delight as they thought of the many gifts they would find on waking,
-- the pink bags of burnt almonds, the bonbons, lead soldiers standing
in rows, menageries, and magnificent jumping-jacks, dressed in purple and
Little Wolff, alas! knew well that his miserly
old aunt would send him to bed without any supper; but as he had been good
and industrious all the year, he trusted that the Christ Child would not
forget him, so he meant that night to set his wooden shoes on the hearth.
The midnight mass was ended. The worshipers
hurried away, anxious to enjoy the treats awaiting them in their homes.
The band of pupils, two by two, following the schoolmaster, passed out
of the church.
Now, under the porch, seated on a stone bench,
in the shadow of an arched niche, was a child asleep, -- a little child
dressed in a white garment and with bare feet exposed to the cold.
He was not a beggar, for his dress was clean and new, and beside him upon
the ground, tied in a cloth, were the tools of a carpenter's apprentice.
Under the light of the stars, his face, with
its closed eyes, shone with an expression of divine sweetness, and his
soft, curling blond hair seemed to form an aureole of light about his forehead.
But his tender feet, blue with the cold on this cruel night of December,
were pitiful to see!
The pupils so warmly clad and shod, passed
with indifference before the unknown child. Some, the sons of the greatest
men in the city, cast looks of scorn on the barefooted one. But little
Wolff, coming last out of the church, stopped deeply moved before the beautiful,
"Alas!" said the orphan to himself, "how dreadful!
This poor little one goes without stockings in weather so cold! And,
what is worse, he has no shoe to leave beside him while he sleeps, so that
the Christ Child may place something in it to comfort him in all his misery."
And carried away by his tender heart, little
Wolff drew off the wooden shoe from his right foot, placed it before the
sleeping child; and as best as he was able, now hopping, now limping, and
wetting his sock in the snow, he returned to his aunt.
"You good-for-nothing!" cried the old woman,
full of rage as she saw that one of his shoes was gone. "What have
you done with your shoe, little beggar?"
Little Wolff did not know how to lie, and,
though shivering with terror as he saw the gray hairs on the end of her
nose stand upright, he tried, stammering, to tell his adventure.
But the old miser burst into frightful laughter.
"Ah! the sweet young master takes off his shoe for a beggar! Ah!
master spoils a pair of shoes for a barefoot! This is something new,
indeed! Ah! well, since things are so, I will place the shoe that
is left in the fireplace, and to-night the Christ Child will put in a rod
to whip you when you wake. And to-morrow you shall have nothing to
eat but water and dry bread, and we shall see if the next time you will
give away your shoe to the first vagabond that comes along."
And saying this the wicked woman gave him
a box on each ear, and made him climb to his wretched room in the loft.
There the heartbroken little one lay down in the darkness, and, drenching
his pillow with tears, fell asleep.
But in the morning, when the old woman, awakened
by the cold and shaken by her cough, descended to the kitchen, oh! wonder
of wonders! she saw the great fireplace filled with bright toys, magnificent
boxes of sugar-plums, riches of all sorts, and in front of all this treasure,
the wooden shoe which her nephew had given to the vagabond, standing beside
the other shoe which she herself had placed there the night before, intending
to put in it a handful of switches.
And as little Wolff, who had come running
at the cries of his aunt, stood in speechless delight before all the splendid
Christmas gifts, there came great shouts of laughter from the street.
The old woman and the little boy went out
to learn what it was all about, and saw the gossips gathered around the
public fountain. What could have happened? Oh, a most amusing
and extraordinary thing! The children of all the rich men of the
city, whose parents wished to surprise them with the most beautiful gifts,
had found nothing but switches in their shoes!
Then the old woman and little Wolff remembered
with alarm all the riches that were in their own fireplace, but just then
they saw the pastor of the parish church arriving with his face full of
Above the bench near the church door, in the
very spot where the night before a child, dressed in white, with bare feet
exposed to the great cold, had rested his sleeping head, the pastor had
seen a golden circle wrought into the old stones. Then all the people
knew that the beautiful, sleeping child, beside whom had lain the carpenter's
tools, was the Christ Child himself, and that he had rewarded the faith
and charity of little Wolff.
--from Frances Jenkins Olcott's Good
Great Holidays, Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1914.
This border is based on an illustration
(in the book)
that is based on a drawing by Clara M. Burd.