"Well, mebbe they would," said Mrs. McSwiggins, "and anyhow they's saved us from the po'house, and that's a fact, Mary, and don' you forgit it when you say yo' prayers." Far down the road the Mysterious Four gloated over their success. "Wasn't it fun?" gasped Anne. "Here's to the fairy Juannlot," cried Launcelot. "May she never cease to do good," cried Judy, beaming on her fellow conspirators.
If you wish to keep them, and to keep my favor, you must never ask whence they came. "Your guardian fairy, "JUANNLOT." Then all the little McSwiggins stared, and the littlest McSwiggins except the baby, asked, "Was it really a fairy, mother?" and Mrs.