“I shall not be able to sleep,” said Arminel; “my head is so full of the three wishes.”
“And so is mine,” said her sister.
“You shall have the first, Arminel, and I the second. The third will be the one to ponder over.”
“I shall have no difficulty in deciding,” said Arminel. “And you, Chloe, being the younger, must, of course, be guided partly by my advice.”
“I don’t see that at all,” said Chloe. “The dwarf said nothing about elder or younger, and—”
At this moment a loud snore from the kitchen reminded them that their guest was still there.
“Dear, dear,” said Chloe. “What would he think if he heard us beginning to quarrel already? We must beware.”
But Arminel was not so ready to give in, and there is no saying what might not have befallen, had it not happened that the moment her head touched the pillow she fell fast asleep. And Chloe quickly followed her example.
They awoke later than usual the next morning, feeling quite rested and refreshed.
“I never slept so soundly in my life,” said Arminel. “I suppose it was with being so tired.”