The other shook his head and examined his new possession closely. “How do you do it?” he inquired. it up in your right hand and wish aloud,” said the sergeant-major, “Hold I warn you of the consequences.” “but like the Arabian Nights,” said Mrs. White, as she rose and began “Sounds to set the supper. you think you might wish for four pairs of hands for “Don’t me?” Her husband drew the talisman from pocket, and then all burst into laughter as the sergeant-major, with a look of alarm on his face, caught him by the arm. you must wish,” he said, gruffly, for something sensible.” “If “wish Mr. White dropped it back in his pocket, and placing chairs, motioned his friend to the table. In the business of supper the talisman was partly forgotten, and afterward the three sat listening in an enthralled fashion to a second instalment of the soldier’s adventures in India. the tale the monkey’s paw is not more truthful than those he has “If been telling us,” said Herbert, as the door closed behind their guest, just in time for him to catch the last train, sha’nt make much out of it.” “we you give him anything for it, father?” inquired Mrs. White, regarding “Did her husband closely. trifle,” said he, colouring slightly. didn’t want it, but I made him “A “He take it. And he pressed me again to throw it away.” said Herbert, with pretended horror. we’re going to be “Likely,” “Why, rich, and famous and happy. Wish to be an emperor, father, to begin with; then you can’t be henpecked.” He darted the table, pursued by the maligned Mrs. White armed with an antimacassar. Mr. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. don’t “I know what to wish for, and that’s a fact,” he said, slowly. seems to me I’ve “It got all I want.” you only cleared the house, you’d be quite happy, wouldn’t you?” said “If Herbert, with his hand on his shoulder. wish for two hundred pounds, “Well, then; that just do it.” ‘ll
The other shook his head and examined his new possession closely. “How do you do it?” he inquired. “Hold it up in your right hand and wish aloud,” said the sergeant-major, “but I warn you of the consequences.” “Sounds like the Arabian Nights,” said Mrs. White, as she rose and began to set the supper. “Don’t you think you might wish for four pairs of hands for me?” Her husband drew the talisman from pocket, and then all burst into laughter as the sergeant-major, with a look of alarm on his face, caught him by the arm. “If you must wish,” he said, gruffly, “wish for something sensible.” Mr. White dropped it back in his pocket, and placing chairs, motioned his friend to the table. In the business of supper the talisman was partly forgotten, and afterward the three sat listening in an enthralled fashion to a second instalment of the soldier’s adventures in India. “If the tale the monkey’s paw is not more truthful than those he has been telling us,” said Herbert, as the door closed behind their guest, just in time for him to catch the last train, “we sha’nt make much out of it.” “Did you give him anything for it, father?” inquired Mrs. White, regarding her husband closely. “A trifle,” said he, colouring slightly. “He didn’t want it, but I made him take it. And he pressed me again to throw it away.” “Likely,” said Herbert, with pretended horror. “Why, we’re going to be rich, and famous and happy. Wish to be an emperor, father, to begin with; then you can’t be henpecked.” He darted the table, pursued by the maligned Mrs. White armed with an antimacassar. Mr. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. “I don’t know what to wish for, and that’s a fact,” he said, slowly. “It seems to me I’ve got all I want.” “If you only cleared the house, you’d be quite happy, wouldn’t you?” said Herbert, with his hand on his shoulder. “Well, wish for two hundred pounds, then; that ‘ll just do it.”
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