'I beg your pardon. I didn't mean it--really,' said Hassan, and suddenly it began to grow lighter again--so light that he could see the Magician, who seemed to have a fresh plate full of turkey. 'I'll have that, please!' cried Hassan, and once more the Magician brought him the plate. As soon as Hassan took it in his hands, he looked at the nice white slices, and he was just going to grumble as usual when he remembered in time. So instead of saying what he intended to say, he ate his dinner in a sensible manner. And now Hassan began to understand that when he felt inclined to grumble the darkness grew blacker, but that when he made up his mind not to grumble any more, it seemed almost as light as day. As he sat staring straight in front of him, the Magician came to his side-- 'Well, Hassan,' he said, 'what is the matter? What are you staring at so attentively?' 'I--I fancied I saw myself at home again,' answered Hassan. 'Ah! I suppose you saw yourself grumbling as usual,' said the Magician. 'No, I wasn't grumbling. I was very happy.' 'Anything you see you may ask for,' answered the Magician, 'and anything you ask for you may have.' 'Why, then!' exclaimed Hassan before the Magician had time to finish speaking, 'of course I'll have that!' 'What?' asked the Magician. 'I saw myself at home again, you know----' 'You were contented,' answered the Magician, 'you mustn't forget that.' 'No,' said Hassan, 'I won't.' And then, to his great surprise, he found himself at home again. He was sitting in the palace garden, rubbing his eyes just as if he had fallen asleep after dinner. But although everything else looked very much the same as it had done before he went away with the Magician, Hassan knew of one thing that was different, and that was himself. For, you see, he had become the contented boy he fancied he saw in the forest--Hassan had become just what he wished to be. V MARY SEES THE WINGS, AS WELL AS SOME OTHER WONDERFUL THINGS 'Well,' said Sister Agatha, as she put on one of Mary's new dresses a few mornings later (it was the plum-coloured dress), 'what do you think of your fairy-godmother by this time?' 'I think she's lovely,' answered Mary; 'only I do want to see her wings!' 'You are going to see them,' said Sister Agatha; 'she is going to pay you a visit when she is wearing them one evening. What do you think of that?' 'When?' cried Mary. 'Very soon indeed,' was the answer, 'so don't be surprised.' Mary could think of nothing else but Sister Agatha's promise that she should see Evangeline's wings, and one evening about a week later, just before she was going to be undressed, she had her wish. She had sat up rather later than usual, but the electric light had not been switched on and the room was almost dark. Presently, Sister Agatha rose and left Mary alone, and as the child sat in the arm-chair, waiting to be put to bed, she began to feel sleepy.