'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!'