"Good king!" exclaimed Nick. "I hope that doesn't mean I'm not going to have any more than three?"
"Anything you want in particular?"
"Well, yes, there is something I'm sort of set on."
"Ask her if you get your wish."
Nick fixed his eyes upon the owl.
"Do I get my wish?"
She sat motionless on her perch for a moment, consulting her oracle. Then she suddenly lifted her wings and flapped violently.
"Is that the best answer you can give?" Nick reproached her.
The owl repeated the gesture.
"I guess you want something she doesn't approve of," said the Grapevine man.