"I wish," he said unthinkin' like, "I wisht I had you home."
Thin—whist! They lit upon his barn, a-straddle of the comb.
An' thin the cow began to jump an' she began to bawl,
An' Pat kept skippin' back an' forth for fear that he would fall.
"O, cow!" he cried. "Nice cow, dear cow! Sure I don't know yourname,
I only wisht you's back within the place from whince you came."
O, ho, ho, ho! Um, ha, ha, ha!
At once there was no splindid cow at all for him to see—
An' if you count thim you will find he'd had his wishes three.
Come all ye fine young gintlemin, remimber now the story:
Whinever you've a chance to wish, don't wish like Pat McGlory.
O, ho, ho, ho! Um, ha, ha, ha!
"Well," said Lulu, "it seems to me that Pat McGlory was not very bright, for he got nothing at all for his wishes."
"There are more persons like that than would at first be supposed by any one not in this business," said the Banjo.
CHAPTER XXXI
THE MESSENGERS OF THE FAIRY QUEEN
"My dear friends," said the Fairy Queen after they had arrived once more at the palace, "I must tell you more about this Wicked Fairy Gobo. He was once one of my trusted workmen in the valley where you have seen the Mother of Gold. You know how necessary it is for the greatest of care and secrecy to be observed by every person permitted within those walls; for should any unfaithful servant allow that secret to become known, or should he leave the gate open, or should he do any one of a hundred dangerous things, then all would be lost.