Tom Thumb-Short Story

There was once a poor peasant. He sat in the evening by the hearth and poked the fire, and his wife sat and spun. Then ''How sad it is that we have no children. With us all so Quiet, and in other houses it is noisy and lively.'' said he,
''Yes, replied the wife, and sighed,'' even if we had only one, and it were quite small, and only as big as a thumb. I should be quite satisfied. We would still love it with all our hearts.''