"The Sergeant-Major took hands and taking the proffered seat by the fire,"
"Mr. White took the paw out of 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 200 pounds, then: that'll just do it."
Sorry for your loss. Here is 200 Pounds for your sons death.
"Well, don't break into the money before 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."
"He was caught in the machinery,"
"In consideration of your son's services, they wish to present you with 200 pounds"