The night was cold and wet, but in the parlor of laburnum villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly.
"Well, I don't see the money," said his son, as he picked it up and placed it on the table, "and I bet I never shall.""It moved," he cried, with a glance of disgust at the object as it lay on the floor. "As I wished, it twisted in my hand like a snake."A fine crash from the piano greeted his words, interrupted by a shuddering cry from the old man. His wife and son ran toward him."I wish for two hundred pounds," said the old man distinctly.
The danger of wishing
"as I wished, it twisted my hands like a snake."
Ms.white refers the story of the paw to the tale of Arabian nights