"I shall wish to marry Hulda," said another boy; "when I am a man I mean. And besides that, I wish I may find a black puppy in my room at home, for I love dogs."
"But that is not fair," said the other children. "You must only wish for one thing, as we did."
"But I really wish for both," said the boy.
"If you wish for both perhaps you will get neither," said little Hulda.
"Well, then," answered the boy, "I wish for the puppy."
And so they all went on wishing till at last it came to Hulda's turn.
"What do you wish for, my child?" said her mother.
"Not for anything at all," she answered, shaking her head.
"Oh, but you must wish for something!" cried all the children.
"Yes," said her mother, "and I am now going to cut the cake. See, Hulda, the knife is going into it. Think of something."