“Should not you like such a lamp, father?”
“Such a lamp as what, my son?” said his father.
“Why, such a one as Aladdin’s.”
“Aladdin’s! why, what do you know of Aladdin’s lamp?”
“Why, I read about it in Henry’s story book,” said Rollo. “I just told you, father.”
“Did you?” said his father. “Won’t you just hand me up the paint brush?”
“Well, father,” said Rollo, as he handed him the brush, “don’t you wish you had an Aladdin’s lamp?”
“No, not particularly,” said his father.
“O father!” exclaimed Rollo, with surprise, “I am sure I do. Don’t you wish I had such a lamp, father?”
“No,” said his father.