have you ever seen a very old chest, black with age, and covered with outlandish carved ornaments and curling leaves? well, in a certain parlor there was just such a chest, handed down from some great-grandmother. carved all up and down it, ran tulips and roses-odd-looking flourishes-and from fanciful thickets little stags stuck out their antlered heads.
right in the middle of the chest a whole man was carved. he made you laugh to look at him grinning away, though one couldn't call his grinning laughing. he had hind legs like a goat's, little horn on his forehead, and a long beard. all his children called him "general headquarters-hindquarters-gives-orders-front-and-rear-sergeant-billygoat-legs." it was a difficult name to pronounce and not many people get to be called by it, but he must have been very important or why should anyone have taken trouble to carve him at all?
however, there he stood, forever eyeing a delightful little china shepherdess on the table top under the mirror. the little shepherdess wore golden shoes, and looped up her gown fetchingly with a red rose. her hat was gold, and even her crook was gold. she was simply charming!
close by her stood a little chimney-sweep, as black as coal, but made of porcelain too. he was as clean and tidy as anyone can be, because you see he was only an ornamental chimney-sweep. if the china-makers had wanted to, they could just as easily have turned him out as a prince, for he had a jaunty way of holding his ladder, and his cheeks were as pink as a girl's. that was a mistake, don't you think? he should have been dabbed with a pinch or two of soot.
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