“Why, father, I really think I could do some good with it. For instance, I could just rub my lamp, and then have all your trees pruned for you, at once, without any further trouble.”
“But that would not be worth while; for you might have a much larger and better garden than this made at once, with thousands of trees, bearing delicious fruit; and ponds, and waterfalls, and beautiful groves.”
“O, so I could,” said Rollo.
“And, then, how soon do you think you should get tired of it, and want another?”
“O, perhaps, I should want another pretty soon; but then I could have another, you know.”
“Yes, and how long do you think you could find happiness, in calling beautiful gardens into existence, one after another?”
“O, I don’t know;—a good while.”
“A day?”
“O, yes, father.”