108. “I only just thought of it,” she said, hysterically. “Why didn’t I think of it before? Why didn’t you think of it?”
109. “Think of what?” he questioned.
110. “The other two wishes,” she replied, rapidly. “We’ve only had one.”
111. “Was not that enough?” he demanded, fiercely.
112. “No,” she cried, triumphantly; “we’ll have one more. Go down and get it quickly, and wish our boy alive again.”
113. The man sat up in bed and flung the bed-clothes from his quaking limbs. “Good God, you are mad!” he cried, aghast.
114. “Get it,” she panted; “get it quickly, and wish—Oh, my boy, my boy!”
115. Her husband struck a match and lit the candle. “Get back to bed,” he said, unsteadily. “You don’t know what you are saying.”
116. “We had the first wish granted,” said the old woman, feverishly; “why not the second?”
117. “A coincidence,” stammered the old man.