Read the excerpt from “The Monkey's Paw.”"Twenty-one years of it," said Mr. White, nodding at his wife and son. "When he went away he was a slip of a youth in the warehouse. Now look at him.""He don't look to have taken much harm," said Mrs. White, politely."I'd like to go to India myself," said the old man, "just to look round a bit, you know.""Better where you are," said the sergeant-major, shaking his head. He put down the empty glass, and sighing softly, shook it again."I should like to see those old temples and fakirs and jugglers," said the old man. "What was that you started telling me the other day about a monkey's paw or something, Morris?""Nothing," said the soldier, hastily. "Leastways nothing worth hearing."