Three days later，in the big，new cemetery two miles from their house，the two old people said goodbye to their dead son．Then they went back to their dark，old house．They did not want to live without Herbert，but they waited for something good to happen，something to help them．The days went by very slowly．Sometimes they did not talk because there was nothing to say without Herbert．And so the days felt very long．Then，one night，about a week later，Mrs White got out of bed because she could not sleep．She sat by the window and she watched and waited for her son．He did not come and she began to cry quietly．In the dark her husband heard her and he called，'Come back to bed． It's cold out there．''It's colder for my son，'his wife answered．'He's out there in the cold cemetery．'Mrs White did not go back to bed， but Mr White was old and tired and the bed was warm．So， in the end， he went to sleep again．Suddenly he heard a cry from his wife．'The paw！' she cried．'The monkey's paw！' She came back to the bed and stood there．
