"Yes," she sobbed. "Who is this?"
"There are tears in your voice, Gasmerilda," came the quaint little voice.
"They are all over the place," wept the unhappy girl.
"I AM YOUR FAIRY GODMOTHER, GASMERILDA"
"And I know why," said the little voice, sympathetically. "I am your fairy godmother, Gasmerilda, and I have not ceased to watch over you. Your father has negotiated a loan on your remarkable gift of spinning straw into gold, has he not?"
"Yes," sobbed Gasmerilda, "and I have no such gift."
"Well, don't worry, my child," said the little voice. "When you were a baby you once offered a part of your school orange to a starving kitten, and she has not forgotten it. I was that kitten and I have kept my eye on you ever since, and now I am going to help you out. If you will do exactly what I tell you to do all will be well."
Gasmerilda, with a great sigh of relief, promised to be faithful to her fairy godmother's instructions.