"Well!" said the gander, drawing a long breath as she finished. "No wonder they thought you wanted to steal it, if it's like that. Why it's as good as a wishing stone."
"But of course I didn't want to take it," cried Ellen indignantly. "Why didn't they ask me, and I'd have told them I didn't."
"Well, the great thing now is how are you to get out?" said the gander.
"Why don't you take me up on your wings and fly out of the window?"
The gander looked up doubtfully at the narrow slit where he had just come in. "I'm afraid I can't. That window was a tight fit even for me, and I never could get you through."
"Then what am I to do?"
The gander thought for awhile. "Did you say that if you held that lamp and rubbed it a genie would come?"
"Yes, I suppose he would."
"And he would do whatever you bade him?"
"Yes."