"Pray, who are you?" asked Zuzu.
"I am Gobo, a Fairy," he explained. "What was it that you wished, good sir?"
"We wish to see a Fairy," replied Lulu eagerly. "Are you a Fairy?"
"I am one sort of Fairy," replied the little one. "Unhappily, there are other kinds, as I must admit."
"But we wish to see the real ones, with white wings. We want to go to the Valley of the Fairies, where we may see the Queen herself and learn how the good Fairies live," said Lulu.
"I can be of no use in that case," said the little one, turning away gruffly.
"But surely you can help us to get into the Fairy Valley!" cried Lulu.
"I might get into trouble if I did too much talking," replied the little one. "But why do you ask me so foolish and childish a question, when you have all the means in your power without my aid?"
"What do you mean?" cried Zuzu eagerly. "It is true, we have three wishes every week, though foolishly, like most Twins, we often wish the same thing, and so shorten our allowance. In this way we have nearly used up all our wishes for this week, and I am sure we can not wait another whole week before trying to get to the Fairy Valley, where the Queen lives and whence all the gold and jewels come."
"Aha!" laughed the little black one. "Suppose I should tell you. Could you keep the secret to yourselves?"