The Imam put his head to the floor--and it was pretty hard on him, for he was short and stout, and he had to do it kind of sideways--and said to hear was to obey; but he could not marry them unless he knew which was which.
"The fairy godmother screamed out: 'I don't care which is which! Marry them all, just as they are!'
"But when she came to think it over, she saw that this would not do, and so she tried to invent some way out of the trouble. One morning she woke up with a splendid idea, and she could hardly wait to have breakfast before she sent for the General-in-Chief. Her nerves were all gone, and as soon as she saw him, she yelled at him: 'A sham battle--to-day--now--this very instant! Right away, right away, right away!'