"Let me see," pondered Bessy. "I guess you may give me happiness for the rest of my life, and that's all."
"All right," returned the fairy godmother, "you'll find them waiting for you at three in the morning, if you do what I tell you to."
"I'm ready," said Bessy.
"You just run home, and bring me the big key of the front door."
"But papa said I must not touch that. Besides, he would miss it, for he always locks the door himself, and hangs the key up by the hat stand."
"I sha'n't keep it," said the fairy. "I'll give it right back. You see, if I didn't know the size of the key-hole, I mightn't send a fairy small enough to go through."
"Oh!" said Bessy.
"Is the door fastened any other way?" asked the old fairy.
"Yes," said Bessy; "a big bolt at the bottom, but it's broken. Papa said he must send a man to fix it, but he didn't."
"All right. You run as fast as you can, and don't let any one see you, or the spell will be broken. Remember."