P.—I am sorry to say I don't.
G.—Well, I'll tell you presently who I am. In the meantime, you tell me why you are sitting all by yourself in this way, looking into the fire in that dismal manner.
P.—I am unhappy because I am not at the ball. I should like to have a fine dress, and drive off in a coach with the others.
G.—Nothing is easier. I'll manage that for you in five minutes.
P.—You! Oh, how delightful! Is it possible?
G.—Certainly. I am your fairy godmother, so I can give you anything you wish for.
P.—Oh, how enchanting! Then, the first thing I wish for is a beautiful dress.
G.—You shall have it. Go inside that dark cupboard, close your eyes, then turn round three times, while I repeat a spell—and come out and see what has happened.
P.—Well, this is exciting! (Goes into cupboard.)
(Godmother waves her wand and repeats verse.)