"Oh, it looks like a wishing bowl," cried Faith in admiration.
"It is a solid silver bowl that my grandmother sent me for my birthday," remarked Gladys coolly, and she took it from Ellen.
"Let's see what it says on it," said Faith, and she read the inscription aloud. Then she added: "It does look just like the wishing bowl in our story."
"What was that?" asked Gladys.
"Why, it was a bright, beautiful silver bowl with a cover, and all you had to do if you wanted something was to say:—
Pretty little silver dish,
Give me, pray, my dearest wish;
and then, when you took off the cover, whatever you had asked for was in the bowl!"
Gladys shrugged her shoulders. Then she took hold of Ellen's hand and drew her into the house and closed the door after them.
Faith and Ernest did not attempt to follow. They sat down on the steps and looked at one another.