But little Wolff, coming the last out of the church, stopped, full of compassion, before the beautiful sleeping child.  “Alas!” said the orphan to himself, “it is too bad that this poor little one has to go barefoot in such bad weather.  But what is worse than all, he has not even a boot or a wooden shoe to leave before him while he sleeps to-night, so that the Christ-child could put something there to comfort him in his misery.”

And, carried away by the goodness of his heart, little Wolff took off the wooden shoe from his right foot, and laid it in front of the sleeping child.  Then, limping along on his poor blistered foot and dragging his sock through the snow, he went back to his aunt’s house.

“Look at that worthless fellow!” cried his aunt, full of anger at his return without one of his shoes.  “What have you done with your wooden shoe, little wretch?”

Little Wolff did not know how to deceive, and although he was shaking with terror, he tried to stammer out some account of his adventure.

The old woman burst into a frightful peal of laughter.  “Ah, monsieur takes off his shoes for beggars!  Ah, monsieur gives away his wooden shoes to a barefoot!  This is something new!  Ah, well, since that is so, I am going to put the wooden shoe which you have left in the chimney, and I promise you the Christ-child will leave there to-night something to whip you with in the morning.  And you shall pass the day to-morrow on dry bread and water.  We will see if next time you give away your shoe to the first vagabond that comes.”

Then the aunt, after having given the poor boy a couple of slaps, made him climb up to his bed in the attic.  Grieved to the heart, the child went to bed in the dark, and soon went to sleep, his pillow wet with tears.

On the morrow morning, when the old woman went downstairs—­oh, wonderful sight!—­she saw the great chimney full of beautiful playthings, and sacks of magnificent candies, and all sorts of good things; and before all these splendid things the right shoe, that her nephew had given to the little waif, stood by the side of the left shoe, that she herself had put there that very night, and where she meant to put a birch rod.

As little Wolff, running down to learn the meaning of his aunt’s exclamation, stood in artless ecstasy before all these splendid gifts, suddenly there were loud cries and laughter out of doors.  The old woman and the little boy went out to know what it all meant, and saw the neighbors gathered around the public fountain.  What had happened?  Oh, something very amusing and extraordinary!  The children of all the rich people of the village, those whose parents had wished to surprise them with the most beautiful gifts, had found only rods in their shoes.

Then the orphan and the old woman, thinking of all the beautiful things that were in their chimney, were full of amazement.  But presently they saw the cure coming toward them, with wonder in his face.  In the church porch, where in the evening a child, clad in a white robe, and with bare feet, had rested his sleeping head, the cure had just seen a circle of gold incrusted with precious stones.