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says the wife: "it would only prolong your misery. In truth, the fairy should have promised us a dozen of gifts, for there are at least 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 was a great many coals thoroughly lighted, she said without thinking on it. “Here's a nice fire; I wish we had a yard of bloody 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 bloody pudding. ‘Plague on your greedy kuts with your bloody 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 pudding fast to the tip of your nose." The man soon perceived he was sillier than his wife; for, at this second wish, up starts the bloody pudding, and sticks 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
