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t, his only concern being that whoever had come must not notice he was a dwarf. He stopped, panting, in the middle of the parlor. Oh, why hadn't he simply slammed shut the entrance door! And who on earth could be calling on him? A mistake, no doubt.
And then he heard distincdy the sound of approaching steps. He retreated to the bedroom; wanted to lock himself up, but there was no key. The second slipper remained on the rug in the parlor.
"This is dreadful," said Fred under his breath and listened.
The steps had entered the parlor. The dwarf emitted a little moan and made for the wardrobe, looking for a hiding place.
A voice that he certainly knew pronounced his