Never mind, it is all right.

You have wished it before the spark is gone.

It will come true, Mademoiselle." Jeanne's bright dark eyes glanced up at Marcelline with an expression of mingled curiosity and respect.
"How do you know it will come true ?" she said.
Marcelline's old eyes, nearly as bright and dark still as Jeanne's own, had a half-mischievous look in them as she replied, solemnly shaking her head, "I know, Mademoiselle, and that is all I can say.

And when the time comes for your wish to be granted, you will see if I am not right." "Shall I ?" said Jeanne, half impressed, half rebellious.

"Do the fairies tell you things, Marcelline?
Not that I believe there are any fairies--not now, any way." "Don't say that, Mademoiselle," said Marcelline.