“We _might_ ask for what would not be good for us!” returned Andrew. “And make fools of ourselves!” assented Sandy, with “The Three Wishes” in his mind. “Do you think He would give it us then?” “I don't know.” “But,” pursued Andrew, “if we were so foolish as that old man and woman, it would be better to find it out, and begin to grow wise!--I'll tell you what we'll do: we'll make it our first wish to know what's best to ask for; and then we can go on asking!” “Yes, yes; let us!” “I fancy we'll have as many wishes as we like! Doon upo' yer knees, Sandy!” They knelt together. I fear there are not a few to say, “How ill-instructed the poor children were!--actually mingling the gospel and the fairy tales!” “Happy children,” say I, “who could blunder into the very heart of the will of God concerning them, and _do_ the thing at once that the Lord taught them, using the common sense which God had given and the fairy tale nourished!” The Lord of the promise is the Lord of all true parables and all good fairy tales. Andrew prayed: “Oh, Lord, tell Sandy and me what to ask for. We're unanimous.” They got up from their knees. They had said what they had to say: why say more! They felt rather dull. Nothing came to them. The prayer was prayed, and they could not make the answer! There was no use in reading more! They put the Bible away in a rough box where they kept it among rose-leaves--ignorant priests of the lovely mystery of Him who was with them always--and without a word went each his own way, not happy, for were they not leaving Him under the elder-tree, lonely and shadowy, where it was their custom to meet! Alas for those who must go to church to find Him, or who can not pray unless in their closet! They wandered about disconsolate, at school and at home, the rest of the day--at least Andrew did; Sandy had Andrew to lean upon! Andrew had Him who was with them always, but He seemed at the other end of the world. They had prayed, and there was no more of it! In the evening, while yet it was light, Andrew went alone to the elder-tree, took the Bible from its humble shrine, and began turning over its leaves. “And why call ye me, Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I say?” He read, and sunk deep in thought. This is the way his thoughts went: “What things? What had He been saying? Let me look and see what He says, that I may begin to do it!” He read all the chapter, and found it full of _tellings_. When he read it before he had not thought of doing one of the things He said, for as plainly as He told him! He had not once thought He had any concern in the matter! “I see!” he said; “we must begin at once to do what He tells us!” He ran to find his brother. “I've got it!” he cried: “I've got it!” “What?” “What we've got to do” “And what is it?” “Just what He tells us.” “We were doing that,” said Sandy, “when we prayed Him to tell us what to pray for!” “So we were! That's grand!”