ONE day little Bertie Green came running in from the fields. She carried

something in her apron, but no one could see what it was. She went up to her mother's room. Her mother was very tired, and was resting in the big easy-chair. "Oh, Mamma," said Bertie, "let 's play three wishes! Play you 're a poor woman and I'm a be-yootiful fairy. Will you, Mamma?" Mamma laughed, and said she would try.

"Good!" said Bertie, "you 'll see what a lovely game it is, Mam