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 performed some curious antics on one leg.

“That is the Hop,” he observed, pausing for a moment.  “The Skip is thus.  You throw out your left leg as high and as far as you can, and as you drop on the toe of your left foot you fling out the right leg in the same manner, and so on.  This is the Jump,” with which he turned a somersault and disappeared from view.  When Amelia next saw him he was sitting cross-legged on his boulder.

“Good, wasn’t it?” he said.

“Wonderful!” Amelia replied.

“Now it’s your turn again,” said the dwarf.

But Amelia cunningly replied—­“I’m afraid I must go on with my work.”

“Pshaw!” said the little tinker.  “Give me your work.  I can do more in a minute than you in a month, and better to boot.  Now dance again.”

“Do you know this?” said Amelia, and she danced a few paces of a polka mazurka.

“Admirable!” cried the little man.  “Stay”—­and he drew an old violin from behind the rock; “now dance again, and mark the time well, so that I may catch the measure, and then I will accompany you.”

Which accordingly he did, improvising a very spirited tune, which had, however, the peculiar subdued and weird effect of all the other sounds in this strange region.

“The fiddle came from up yonder,” said the little man.  “It was smashed to atoms in the world and thrown away.  But, ho, ho, ho! there is nothing that I cannot mend, and a mended fiddle is an amended fiddle.  It improves the tone.  Now teach me that dance, and I will patch up all the rest of the gimcracks.  Is it a bargain?”

“By all means,” said Amelia; and she began to explain the dance to the best of her ability.

“Charming, charming!” cried the dwarf.  “We have no such dance ourselves.  We only dance hand in hand, and round and round, when we dance together.  Now I will learn the step, and then I will put my arm round your waist and dance with you.”