“What shall it be, then?” demanded Nancy. “Quick, before the luck gets by.”
“Foolish child,” said Miss Campbell, “I believe that little head of yours is cramful of nonsense.”
“You are a doubter, Miss Campbell,” objected Nancy. “We shall have to banish you from the magic circle if you feel that way. You cast a dark shadow over the spell.”
“Oh, no, dear, don’t make me an outsider, I beg of you. I promise not to scoff.”
The truth is, Miss Campbell was slightly superstitious herself.
“But what is to be the wish?” they asked.
“Something we all of us want.”
It is difficult to make one wish common to five separate and distinct individualities.
“I might wish to get my fifty dollars back,” observed Miss Campbell, “only I don’t look for miracles.”
“We might wish for a safe journey to San Francisco,” laughed Billie; “but that would cover too much ground for one wish.”