"Maybe they would bring you good luck," said Maisie.
"I don't believe it," said the boy.
"Suppose you try them. Close your eyes."
The boy closed his eyes.
"Now repeat after me:
"Bright eyes, light eyes! Fairies of the dell,
Come and listen while my woes I tell."
The boy did as he was told.
"Now open your eyes," ordered Maisie.
The boy opened his eyes and within six inches of his hand lay the pocketbook. Eagerly he took it and opened it.