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 fingers itched to own it. He called his wife aside and told her in guarded whispers what he had seen.

Her eyes, too, filled with greed.

“Husband,” she whispered back, “we’ve got to get possession of that tablecloth! Think what a help it would be to us in our business! I tell you what we’ll do: tonight when the shoemaker is asleep we’ll steal his tablecloth and slip in one of our own in its place. He’s a simple fellow and will never know the difference.”

So that night while the shoemaker was asleep, they tip-toed in, stole the magic tablecloth out of the bag, and substituted one of their own.

The next morning when the shoemaker awoke and spread out the cloth which he found in his bag and said: “Meat and drink for one!” of course nothing happened.

“That’s strange,” he thought to himself. “I’ll have to take this back to the Devil and ask him to give me something else.”

So instead of going home he went back to hell and knocked at the gate.

“Hello, shoemaker!” the little devil of a guard said. “What do you want now?”

“Well, you see it’s this way,” the shoemaker ex-