"They watched the dying embers, and thought. As they did so, the pudding grew heavy at the end of the old woman's nose. At last she could endure it no longer.
"'Oh!' she said, 'how I wish that pudding was off again!'
"The pudding disappeared, and the fairy was gone."
"'Tain't true," said Aunt Indiana.
"Yes," said Jasper, "what is true to life is true. Stories are the alphabet of life."
Johnnie Kongapod had listened to the tale with delight. Aunt Indiana knew that no fairy would ever appear on her hearth, but Johnnie was not so sure.
"I've seen 'em," said he.
"You—what? What have you seen? I'd like to know," said Aunt Indiana.
"Fairies—"
"Where?"