There was once a shoemaker who, through no fault of his own, had become so poor that at last  he had only leather enough left for one pair of shoes. At evening he cut out the shoes which he  intended to begin upon the next morning, and since he had a good conscience, he lay down  quietly, said his prayers, and fell asleep.  

In the morning when he had prayed, as usual, and was preparing to sit down to work, he found  the pair of shoes standing finished on his table. He was amazed and could not understand it in  the least.  

He took the shoes in his hand to examine them more closely. They were so neatly sewn that not  a stitch was out of place and were really the work of a master-hand.  

Soon after a purchaser came in, and as he was much pleased with the shoes, he paid more than  the ordinary price for them, so that the shoemaker was able to buy leather for two pairs with  the money.  

He cut them out in the evening, and next day, with fresh courage was about to go to work; but  he had no need to. For when he got up, the shoes were finished, and buyers were not lacking.  These gave him so much money that he was able to buy leather for four pairs of shoes.  

Early next morning he found the four pairs finished, and so it went on; what he cut out at  evening was finished in the morning, so that he was soon again in comfortable circumstances,  and became a well-to-do man.  

Now it happened one evening, not long before Christmas, when he had cut out shoes as usual,  that he said to his wife: “How would it be if we were to sit up tonight to see who it is that lends  us such a helping hand?”  

The wife agreed, lighted a candle, and they hid themselves in the corner of the room behind the  clothes which were hanging there.