“To look at it,” said the Sergeant-Major, feeling about in his pocket, “it’s just an ordinary little paw,dried to a mummy.”He took something out of his pocket and held it out for them. Mrs. White drew back with a look of disgust, but her son, taking it, examined it curiously.
Mr. White dropped it back in his pocket, and placing chairs, motioned his friend to the table. In the business of dinner the talisman was partly forgotten, and afterward the three sat fascinated as the listened to more of the soldier’s adventures in India.
“If the tale about 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 to catch the last train, “we shan’t make much out of it.”
“I wish for two hundred pounds,” said the old man clearly
“We had the first wish granted,” said the old woman, desperately; “why not the second?”“A c-c-coincidence,” said the old man.“Go get it and wish,” cried his wife, shaking with excitement.