"I'm going to sort you out and give you each to your fairy godmother, and you may pour your woes into her ears, and she'll try her level best to right your wrongs.

No, you _mayn't_ say whom you'd like to have.

It's _we_ who'll do the choosing, thanks! Anybody who's not satisfied can walk off and she won't get a champion at all or any more candy either.

I mean what I say." Such an awful threat reduced the juniors to order, and they submitted quite peaceably to be apportioned among their various benefactresses.
Irene secured Little Flaxen, Lorna had a pair of solemn-eyed sisters, Peachy pounced upon the liveliest trio and proclaimed them as her triplets, and Delia adopted the two youngest as twins.
"You can come to us at a pinch," explained Agnes, "but please remember we're Fairy Godmothers, _Limited_.

We'll fight any just crusade, but we're not going to write your exercises for you, or pull you out of scrapes when you don't deserve it.