“Where’s Victor?” Alec asked suddenly.
“I left him at Nesbit’s; Jim’s going to take him home after a while,” Blue Bonnet answered. She leaned forward, reading the unspoken question in Alec’s eyes. “Everything’s all right,” she said earnestly.
“Wasn’t it good, Blue Bonnet, that Victor let you ride him, and that you weren’t afraid?” Sarah said.
Blue Bonnet threw a handful of dried cones on the fire. “I think Victor really enjoyed that ride—I know I did.”
The talk died down; Alec seemed drowsy, and the other two were anxious not to disturb him. Once Sarah asked in a whisper, “Blue Bonnet, what are you thinking about?”
Blue Bonnet’s eyes were on the fire, seeing pictures there in the flickering lights that Sarah could only guess at. “Different things,” she answered slowly.
“They must be pleasant thoughts.”
“They are. Sarah, did you ever have a wish—a very special wish—come true?”
“I don’t know,” Sarah said thoughtfully; “I try not to wish for things that can’t come true.”
“There’s the carriage, Sarah.” Blue Bonnet jumped up.