I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children -- although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication:

To Leon Werth
when he was a little boy

献给莱翁・维尔特

请孩子们原谅我把这本书献给了一个大人。我有一个正当的理由：这个大人是我在世界上最好的朋友。我还有另一个理由：这个大人什么都懂；即使儿童读物也懂。我还有第三个理由；这个大人住在法国，他在那里忍冻挨饿。他很需要有人安慰。要是这些理由还不够充分，我就把这本书献给这个大人曾经做过的孩子。每个大人都是从做孩子开始的。（然而，记得这事的又有几个呢？）因此，我把我的献词改为：

献给还是小男孩时的莱翁・维尔特