"Never mind the filter."
"I don't," said Harry; "but I do mind about old Sree. Oh, don't I wish
I could have three wishes!"
"What would they be? What's the first?"
"I should have had that," said Harry. "Wishing to have three wishes."
"Well, then, what would the second be?"
"That the third might for certain be had," said Harry, laughing.
"What would the third be?"
"That old Sree would come here to-night."
"You've got your wish, then," cried Phra excitedly, "for here he comes."
"No! Nonsense!" cried Harry, who felt staggered and ready to turn superstitious.