She was a good enough cook, as cooks go, but the trouble was that her heart was not in her work. The master of the house complained bitterly that when she should have been studying how to make chicken à la Maryland, she was wasting her time reading sensational novels or flirting with a policeman. Under the circumstances her employers felt justified in refusing to grant her favors, so when she asked permission to attend a picnic nearby they did not hem and haw about the matter, but told her frankly that she could not go, then to make her perfectly happy, they went themselves. The girl had her revenge, however, for she found that although she could not attend in person, she could attend in spirit. For she had a delightful dream in which, as she explained afterwards she made “the queen of the May look like the second cook in a poor house.” It was all the work of her fairy godfather, whom she found to be a spirit every bit as effective as a fairy godmother. He wore a blue uniform, it is true, and instead of a wand used a club for his incantations, but he got results, and what more could be asked? Yes, the girl is very fond of her fairy godfather, and she hopes the civil service board will make him a police captain some day,