"Then I will," said Wilbraham. "If the old man spoke the truth—"
He swallowed the egg at a single gulp.
"Fine!" he murmured, in an ecstasy of gastronomic pleasure. "I wish there were two more just like it!"
No sooner had he spoken these words than two more poached eggs, even as he had wished, appeared upon the platter.
"Great heavens, Ethelinda!" he cried. "The wishes come true! I wish to goodness I knew who that old duffer was."
The words had scarcely fallen from his lips when a card fluttered down from the ceiling. Wilbraham sprang forward excitedly and caught it as it fell. It read:
HENRY W. OBERON
Secretary, The United States Fairy Co.,
3007 Wall Street
"Henry W. Oberon, United States Fairy Company, Wall Street, eh?" he muttered. "By Jove, I wish I knew—"