"Oh, yes, yes; to be sure I'm a fairy. If you tell any one you saw me, I'll bring bad luck on your house."
"Please, please don't," sobbed Bessy. "I'll never, never tell any one."
"Well, shut up, then," said the fairy, "and don't make such a noise."
Bessy was not frightened now, for she remembered that fairy godmothers were always cross, and said hateful things just before they granted three wishes. So she said, softly,
"Will you please give me three wishes, madam?"
"I'll give you three slaps if you don't get out right off," grumbled the old fairy.
"Please, please," prayed Bessy. "I'll do anything you tell me if you will give me three wishes."
"I don't believe you. You ain't got spunk enough."
"Oh yes, I have," said Bessy. "Try me."
"Where do you live?" asked the fairy.