"I promise true and sure I never will, if you'll give me three wishes to-night."
But Bessy wondered if all fairies smelled so of tobacco.
"Will you do just what I tell you?" asked the fairy.
"Yes," said Bessy, nodding her head very hard, "I will."
"Let's hear your three wishes, then," growled the fairy.
"First, I want my shoes and papa's and mamma's filled with gold. Then I want an invisible cap for myself, and then—"
"Now stop," interrupted the old fairy; "you've had four a'ready."
"No," answered Bessy, "that's only two. Papa's and mamma's and my shoes filled with gold is one wish, you know."
"Well, go on."