her all sorts of horrid things would happen if she didn't catch a mouse every day, and she had caught so many mice that now there were hardly any left to catch. So she sent her carrier pigeon to ask the noble strangers if they could send her a few mice—because she would be of age in a few days and then it wouldn't matter. So the fairy godmother——(I'm very sorry, but there's no room to make the chapters any longer.—Ed.)
Chapter III.—By the Sub-Editor.
(I can't—I'd much rather not—I don't know how.)
Chapter IV.—By Dicky.
I must now retrace my steps and tell you something about our hero. You must know he had been to an awfully jolly school, where they had turkey and goose every day for dinner, and never any mutton, and as many helps of pudding as a fellow cared to send up his plate for—so of course they had all grown up very strong, and before he left school he challenged the Head to have it out man to man, and he gave it him, I tell you. That
