"What shall I wish for, mamma?"
"Stop," said Mr. Arnott, "they must be your own wishes; nobody must prompt them, or the spell is broken."
"And if I make a wrong wish, may I not take it back, and wish over again?"
"No—so be careful what you say."
Florence became grave, and was silent for a few minutes; then looking up with a smile, said, "I have two wishes, but I cannot think of a third."
"Let me hear the two, and you can take a longer time to think of the third."
"Well, first, I wish little Jem O'Donnel could be sent to school, and when he gets big enough, could be taught a trade—that is one wish."
"That is one wish! I thought that was two wishes."
"Oh no, papa! only one."
"Well, let it pass for one. It shall be done, that is, with his parents' consent, which you must get Aunt Kitty to procure for you. Now for the second wish."