Then she said:—
'No, Henry.... I mean, hadn't you better wish it on?'
'Oh, yes,' said he. 'Funny! I didn't think of that.'
Madame Watt turned a page, rustling the paper.
'Wait, Henry! Don't let go! Have you wished?'
'Unhuh! Have you?'
'Yes. I wished the first thing.'
'Well—' Henry had to stop. He found himself swallowing rather violently. 'Well—I s'pose I'd better step down to the office. I might come back this afternoon, if—if you'd like me to.'
'Henry,' said Madame now, 'don't be silly! Come to lunch!'