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of them." "So should I too," said the husband; "I wish we had fairies now, and that one of them was kind enough to grant me what I should ask." At that instant they saw a very beautiful lady in their room, who said to them, "I am a fairy; and I promise to grant to you the three first things you shall wish; but take eare—after having wished for three things, I will not grant one wish further." The fairy disappeared; and the man and his wife were much perplexed. "For my own part," said the wife, "if it were left to my choiee, I know very well what I should wish for. I do not wish yet, but I think nothing is so good as to be handsome, rieh, and to be of great quality." But the husband answered, "With all these things, one may be sick and fretful, and one may die young; it would be much wiser to wish for health, cheerfulness, and long life." "But to what purpose is long life with poverty?" says the wife, "it would only prolong your misery. In truth, the fairy should have promised us a dozeu of gifts, for there are at least a dozen things which I want "That may be true," said the husband; "but let us take time; let us consider till morning the three things which are most necessary for us, and then wish." "I'll think all night," said the wife; "meanwhile let us warm ourselves, for it is very cold." At the same time the wife took the tongs to mend the fire; and seeing there were a great many eoals thoroughly lighted, she said without thinking on it, "Here's a niee fire; I wish we had a yard of blaek pudding for our supper; we could dress it easily." She had hardly said these words, when down came tumbling through the chimney a yard of black pudding. "Plague on your greedy guts with your black pudding!" said the husband; "here's a fine wish indeed! Now, we have only two left; for my part I am so vexed that I wish the blaek pudding fast to the tip of your nose. The man soon perceived that he was sillier than his wife; for at this second wish, up starts the blaek pudding, and stuck so fast to the tip of the poor wife's nose, there was no means to take it off. "Wretch that I am!" cried she; "you are a wicked man for wishing the pudding fast to my nose." "My dear," answered the husband, "I vow I did not think of it; but what shall we do? I am about wishing for vast riches, and propose to make a golden ease to hide the pudding." "Not at all," answered the wife; "for I should kill myself were I to live with this pudding dangling at my nose; be persuaded, we have still one wish to make; leave it to me, or I shall instantly throw myself out of the window." With this she ran and opened the window; but the husband, who loved his wife, called out, "Hold, my dear wife! I give you
