Mrs White looked at her husband．'Did you give some money to Tom Morris for that paw？' she asked．'We don't have money to give away for nothing！' Mrs White was angry now．
'Well，yes，'her husband answered．'I did， but not much， and at first he didn't want to take it． He wanted the monkey's paw．'
'Well，he can't have it，'Herbert laughed．'It's our paw now and we're going to be rich and happy．Come on， Father．Make a wish！'
Old Mr White took the paw from his pocket．'OK，Herbert， but what am I going to ask for？ I have everything—you， your mother． What do I need？'
'Money，of course，'Herbert answered quickly．'We need money！ You're always thinking about money． That's be cause we haven't got very much of it． With money you can pay for this house ．It can be your house！ Go on， Father， wish for thirty thousand pounds！'
Herbert stopped talking and his old father thought for a minute． The room was quiet and they could hear the rain on the windows．
Then Mr White took the monkey's paw in his right hand． He was afraid， but he looked at his wife and she smiled at him．
'Go on，' she said．
Slowly and carefully Mr White said，'I wish for thirty thousand pounds．'
Suddenly he gave a cry and Mrs White and Herbert ran to him