“Not this much,” Judy objected. “It isn’t the same at all. There should be steps—”
“There are!” Lois interrupted.
Lorraine found them and almost bumped into one of the stone lions beside them. He seemed to have a startled expression on his face.
“You should have said, ‘Excuse me, Mr. Lion!’” Lois teased her.
“This is the fountain all right,” declared Judy. “Those stone lions used to have water spurting out of their mouths. Now there’s nothing but a rusty old water pipe.”
“So that’s what gives Mr. Lion such a startled expression?” Lois cocked her head to one side and made a face at the statue.
“Is that Mrs. Lion on the other side?” asked Judy. “They look exactly alike. There should be eight of them guarding the four flights of steps leading up to the pool. I remember running up and down those steps and meeting all the lions. Shall we do it again?”
“Let’s!” cried Lois, seizing Judy’s hand.
“Wait!” urged Lorraine. “Stop acting like children. I think there’s still a little water in the main fountain, and if there is, I intend to make my wish.”
“So we’re acting like children?”