"Very well, then," said the fairy, with a broad smile. "We'll make you the flat proposition—you give us a quit-claim deed to all your future right, title, and interest in our wishes, and we will guarantee that as long as you live you will, upon every occasion, find in your pocket five dollars more than you need."
"Make it seven and I'll go you!" cried Wilbraham, really enthusiastic over the suggestion.
"Sure!" returned Oberon with a deep sigh of relief.
WILBRAHAM PAID BEFORE LEAVING THE COURT-ROOM
"Well, dearest," said Wilbraham that night as he sat down at his onyx dinner-table, "I've gone out of the wish business."
His wife's eyes lit up with a glow of happiness.
"You have?" she cried, delightedly.