Der var engang en skomager, som uden at han selv kunne gøre for det, var blevet meget fattig, og til sidst havde han ikke andet tilbage end læder til et eneste par sko. Om aftenen skar han skoene til, for at de kunne stå parat til næste morgen, gik i seng og bad sin aftenbøn og faldt i søvn med en god samvittighed. Om morgenen stod han op og bad sin morgenbøn, men da han ville tage fat på sit arbejde, stod skoene der fix og færdige. Han tog dem i hånden og så på dem, og de var syet så nydeligt, at han ikke kunne have gjort det bedre. Lidt efter kom der en kunde ind, og han syntes så godt om skoene, at han gav mere for dem, end skomageren forlangte, så meget, at der var nok til at købe læder til to par sko. Om aftenen skar han dem til, men da han ville tage fat på dem næste morgen, var de atter færdige, og han fik så mange penge for dem, at han kunne købe læder til fire par sko. De var også færdige næste morgen, og sådan blev det ved, så han nogen tid efter var en velhavende mand. En aften kort før jul sagde han til sin kone: " Synes du ikke, at vi skulle blive oppe i nat og se at få opklaret, hvem det er, der hjælper os." Konen var enig med ham, og de skjulte sig nu bag ved nogle klæder, der hang i en krog. Ved midnatstid kom der nogle små, nydelige, nøgne mænd, satte sig hen ved bordet og begyndte at sy. Skomageren og hans kone kunne slet ikke komme sig af deres forundring, og da de små mænd havde syet alt, hvad der var, løb de deres vej igen.
Den næste morgen sagde konen: "Vi må virkelig gøre noget for de små mænd, der har hjulpet os så godt. Ved du hvad, de løber omkring, ligesom Vorherre har skabt dem, nu vil jeg sy skjorter og frakker og bukser til dem og strikke et par strømper til hver af dem. Du kan lave nogle små sko." Skomageren syntes godt om forslaget, og om aftenen lagde de gaverne på bordet og skjulte sig i krogen for at se, hvad mændene ville sige til det. Ved midnatstid kom de igen som sædvanlig, men da de ville tage fat på arbejdet, fandt de de pæne, små klæder. Først blev de meget forbavsede, men så gav de sig til at hoppe og springe af glæde. I en fart fik de klæderne på, mens de sang:
"Nu er jeg rigtignok en flot kavaler,
nu vil jeg aldrig være skomager mere."
Derpå tog de hinanden i hånden og dansede først rundt i stuen og så ud af døren. De kom aldrig mere igen, men skomageren og hans kone levede længe lykkeligt sammen.
Der var engang en fattig tjenestepige, som var flittig og ordentlig. Hver dag fejede hun huset og lagde fejeskarnet i en bunke udenfor døren. En morgen, da hun ville tage fat på sit arbejde, fandt hun et brev, og da hun ikke kunne læse det, stillede hun kosten fra sig og bragte brevet til sit herskab. Det var en indbydelse fra nisserne til at stå fadder til et af deres børn. Pigen vidste først ikke, hvad hun skulle sige til det, men alle mennesker sagde, at sådan noget måtte man ikke sige nej til, og til sidst besluttede hun da også at tage mod indbydelsen. Der kom så tre små mænd og førte hende ind i det bjerg, hvor nisserne boede. Alting derinde var småt, men så nydeligt og fint, at man ikke kan tænke sig det. Barselkonen lå i en seng af sort ibentræ med knapper af perler, tæpperne var guldbroderede, vuggen af elfenben og badekarret af guld. Pigen stod nu fadder og ville så gå hjem igen, men nisserne blev ved at bede hende, om hun ikke nok ville blive der i tre dage. Det lovede hun så, og de små fyre gjorde alt for at hun skulle befinde sig godt, og før hun drog af sted fyldte de hendes lommer med guld. Da hun kom hjem, tog hun kosten og ville give sig til at feje, men da kom der nogle mennesker, som hun slet ikke kendte, og spurgte, hvor hun kom fra og hvad hun ville. Hun fik nu at vide, at hun ikke havde været tre dage, men syv år hos nisserne, og at hendes gamle herskab var død for flere år siden.
Der var engang en stakkels mor, hvis barn nisserne stjal. I stedet for lagde de en skifting med stive øjne i vuggen, og den ville hverken spise eller drikke. Den stakkels kone gik hen til nabokonen og klagede sin nød. Hun fik nu det råd, at hun skulle bære skiftingen ud i køkkenet, gøre ild på og koge vand i æggeskaller. Da ville skiftingen komme til at le, og så var det ude med den. Konen gjorde, som nabokonen havde sagt. Da hun satte æggeskallerne med vandet på ilden, sagde kødhovedet:
"Koger mand vand i skaller her?
Det er første gang i mit liv, jeg det ser."
Derpå brast den i latter. I samme øjeblik kom der en mængde små mænd vrimlende, satte det rigtige barn på skorstenen og løb deres vej med skiftingen.
A shoemaker, by no fault of his own, had become so poor that at last he had nothing left but leather for one pair of shoes. So in the evening, he cut out the shoes which he wished to begin to make the next morning, and as he had a good conscience, he lay down quietly in his bed, commended himself to God, and fell asleep. In the morning, after he had said his prayers, and was just going to sit down to work, the two shoes stood quite finished on his table. He was astounded, and knew not what to say to it. He took the shoes in his hands to observe them closer, and they were so neatly made that there was not one bad stitch in them, just as if they were intended as a masterpiece. Soon after, a buyer came in, and as the shoes pleased him so well, he paid more for them than was customary, and, with the money, the shoemaker was able to purchase leather for two pairs of shoes. He cut them out at night, and next morning was about to set to work with fresh courage; but he had no need to do so, for, when he got up, they were already made, and buyers also were not wanting, who gave him money enough to buy leather for four pairs of shoes. The following morning, too, he found the four pairs made; and so it went on constantly, what he cut out in the evening was finished by the morning, so that he soon had his honest independence again, and at last became a wealthy man. Now it befell that one evening not long before Christmas, when the man had been cutting out, he said to his wife, before going to bed, "What think you if we were to stay up to-night to see who it is that lends us this helping hand?" The woman liked the idea, and lighted a candle, and then they hid themselves in a corner of the room, behind some clothes which were hanging up there, and watched. When it was midnight, two pretty little naked men came, sat down by the shoemaker's table, took all the work which was cut out before them and began to stitch, and sew, and hammer so skilfully and so quickly with their little fingers that the shoemaker could not turn away his eyes for astonishment. They did not stop until all was done, and stood finished on the table, and they ran quickly away.
Next morning the woman said, "The little men have made us rich, and we really must show that we are grateful for it. They run about so, and have nothing on, and must be cold. I'll tell thee what I'll do: I will make them little shirts, and coats, and vests, and trousers, and knit both of them a pair of stockings, and do thou, too, make them two little pairs of shoes." The man said, "I shall be very glad to do it;" and one night, when everything was ready, they laid their presents all together on the table instead of the cut-out work, and then concealed themselves to see how the little men would behave. At midnight they came bounding in, and wanted to get to work at once, but as they did not find any leather cut out, but only the pretty little articles of clothing, they were at first astonished, and then they showed intense delight. They dressed themselves with the greatest rapidity, putting the pretty clothes on, and singing,
"Now we are boys so fine to see,
Why should we longer cobblers be?"
Then they danced and skipped and leapt over chairs and benches. At last they danced out of doors. From that time forth they came no more, but as long as the shoemaker lived all went well with him, and all his undertakings prospered.
There was once a poor servant-girl, who was industrious and cleanly, and swept the house every day, and emptied her sweepings on the great heap in front of the door. One morning when she was just going back to her work, she found a letter on this heap, and as she could not read, she put her broom in the corner, and took the letter to her master and mistress, and behold it was an invitation from the elves, who asked the girl to hold a child for them at its christening. The girl did not know what to do, but at length, after much persuasion, and as they told her that it was not right to refuse an invitation of this kind, she consented. Then three elves came and conducted her to a hollow mountain, where the little folks lived. Everything there was small, but more elegant and beautiful than can be described. The baby's mother lay in a bed of black ebony ornamented with pearls, the coverlids were embroidered with gold, the cradle was of ivory, the bath of gold. The girl stood as godmother, and then wanted to go home again, but the little elves urgently entreated her to stay three days with them. So she stayed, and passed the time in pleasure and gaiety, and the little folks did all they could to make her happy. At last she set out on her way home. Then first they filled her pockets quite full of money, and after that they led her out of the mountain again. When she got home, she wanted to begin her work, and took the broom, which was still standing in the corner, in her hand and began to sweep. Then some strangers came out of the house, who asked her who she was, and what business she had there? And she had not, as she thought, been three days with the little men in the mountains, but seven years, and in the meantime her former masters had died.
A certain mother's child had been taken away out of its cradle by the elves, and a changeling with a large head and staring eyes, which would do nothing but eat and drink, laid in its place. In her trouble she went to her neighbour, and asked her advice. The neighbour said that she was to carry the changeling into the kitchen, set it down on the hearth, light a fire, and boil some water in two egg-shells, which would make the changeling laugh, and if he laughed, all would be over with him. The woman did everything that her neighbour bade her. When she put the egg-shells with water on the fire, the imp said, "I am as old now as the Wester forest, but never yet have I seen any one boil anything in an egg-shell!" And he began to laugh at it. Whilst he was laughing, suddenly came a host of little elves, who brought the right child, set it down on the hearth, and took the changeling away with them.