"With the greatest of pleasure."
They sat down to the table together, and while they ate Harold did most of the talking. Ruth's mind was preoccupied. When they had finished eating Ruth picked up the wish bone and held a prong of it toward Harold. "Let's wish," she said, "the one who gets the biggest piece wins, and gets his wish."
"All right," he replied, taking hold of the prong.
"I tell you, let's have it that the one who wins shall have his three best wishes."
"Could one little chicken wishbone secure so much desire?" he asked.
"Yes, if we both agree to it, it can."
They both pulled and the bone broke close to his fingers. "There, I won. I'll get my wishes!" she exclaimed.
"Tell me what you wished?"
"Oh, no; they wouldn't come true if I were to tell."
"Won't you ever tell me?" he asked.