"So do I," said Nelly, resolutely; "I'm going to wish hard."
They both pulled with all their might. Crack went the wish-bone,—no difference in the length of the two pieces.
"Pshaw!" cried Rob; "how mean! one or the other of us might have had it."
Nelly drew a long sigh. "Rob," said she, "What did you wish for?"
"A silver mine," said he, "both times."
"So did I," said Nell. "I thought you did, too. I guess we sha'n't either of us ever have one."
"I don't care," said Rob; "there's plenty of money besides in mines. I'm going to have a bank when I'm a man."
"Are you, Rob?" said Nell. "What's that?"
"Oh, just a house where you can go and get money," replied Rob, confidently. "I used to go with papa often at home. They gave him all he wanted."
Nelly looked somewhat perplexed. She did not know any thing about banks: still she thought there was a loose screw somewhere in Rob's calculations; but she did not ask him any more questions.