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.