“Lat the twa o' 's speir Him for something!” concluded Andrew. “What wull't be?”
“I won'er if it means only ance, or may be three times, like 'The Three Wishes!'” suggested Sandy, who, like most Christians, would rather have a talk about it than do what he was told.
“We might ask for what would not be good for us!” returned Andrew.
“And make fools of ourselves!” assented Sandy, with “The Three Wishes” in his mind.
“Do you think He would give it us then?”
“I don't know.”
“But,” pursued Andrew, “if we were so foolish as that old man and woman, it would be better to find it out, and begin to grow wise!—I'll tell you what we'll do: we'll make it our first wish to know what's best to ask for; and then we can go on asking!”
“Yes, yes; let us!”
“I fancy we'll have as many wishes as we like! Doon upo' yer knees, Sandy!”
They knelt together.