“Two what?” said Wendell.
“Why, two wishes. You only have three, you know.”
“Is that a fact?” asked Wendell anxiously. “I didn’t know. Is that straight?”
“Of course,” said the Pixie. “Everything goes by threes in fairy stories.”
“I’m afraid you’re right,” said Wendell gloomily.
“I know I am,” said the Pixie. “Well, are you ready for the next task?”
“All right. What comes next?” asked Wendell.
CHAPTER IV
WENDELL FINDS AN UNEXPECTED ALLY
It was Wendell’s turn to look crestfallen. As every Beacon Hill boy knows, Acorn Street is only one block long, or rather one block short, and there isn’t an oak on it. In fact, there isn’t a tree of any kind: there isn’t room for one.