the beginning of your name 'Unlucky,' you will
then become Ojo the Lucky, which will be a great
improvement."

"How can I lose that 'Un,' Dame Margolotte?"

"I do not know how, but you must keep the
matter in mind and perhaps the chance will
come to you," she replied.

Ojo had never eaten such a fine meal in all
his life. There was a savory stew, smoking hot,
a dish of blue peas, a bowl of sweet milk of a
delicate blue tint and a blue pudding with blue
plums in it. When the visitors had eaten heartily
of this fare the woman said to them:

"Do you wish to see Dr. Pipt on business or
for pleasure?"

Unc shook his head.

"We are traveling," replied Ojo, "and we
stopped at your house just to rest and refresh
ourselves. I do not think Unc Nunkie cares
very much to see the famous Crooked Magician;
but for my part I am curious to look at such
a great man."

The woman seemed thoughtful.