"Sergeant-Major Morris," he said, introducing himself. The Sergeant-Major shook hands, and taking the proffered seat by the fire, watched contentedly while his host brought out drinks and stood a small copper kettle on the fire.
"If you could have another three wishes," said the old man, eyeing him keenly, "would you have them?" He took the monekys paw, dangling in between his forefinger and thumb, suddenly threw it upon the fire.
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. Herbert said with his hand on his shoulder "Well, wish for two hundred pounds, then; that'll just do it."
"Well, don't break into the money beofre I come back," said Herbert as he rose from the table. "I'm afraid it'll turn you into a mean, avaricious man, and we shall have to disown you."
"I'm sorry-"began the visitor. "Is he hurt?" demanded the mother widely. "He was caught in the machinery,"said the visitor at length in a low voice. "In consideration of your son's services, they wish to present you with a certain sum as compensation of tow hundred pounds."
"Wish!" she cried, in a strong voice. "It is foolish and wicked," he faltered. "Wish!" repeated his wife. He raised his hand. "I wish my son alive again." She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and catching her by the arm, held her tightly. "Don't let it in," cried the old man, trembling. "The same moment he found the monkey's paw, and frantically breathed his third and last wish.