Norman, who had unbounded faith in Mary's ability as a carpenter, accepted her offer joyfully.

She wasn't like some girls he had known.

When she drove a nail it held things together, and whatever she built would be strong enough to hold any beast he might choose to put in it.
[ILLUSTRATION "WHEN SHE DROVE A NAIL IT HELD THINGS TOGETHER."] "Now, if I could get a couple of coyotes and a badger and a fox or two," he remarked, "I'd be fixed." Mary, who was sorting over a pile of old boards back of the woodshed, paused in alarm.
"It strikes me, young man," she said, a trifle sarcastically, "that the more some people get the more they want.

Your wishes seem to be on the Jack's Bean-stalk scale.

They grow to reach the sky in a single night.
Suppose you did have those things, you wouldn't be satisfied.