“You sound like Peter,” laughed Judy. “There’s nothing logical about a spirit that lives in a fountain. I’m a little disappointed that it’s all so ordinary, now. Maybe we shouldn’t have come.”
“Let’s go then,” Lorraine suggested. “I can’t wish if there isn’t any water—”
“There is a little. I don’t know why it wouldn’t work just as well, especially if you shed a tear.”
“I can’t turn my tears on and off like a faucet,” Lorraine objected. “Couldn’t we throw in a coin or something?”
“People toss coins in wishing wells. Shall we try it?” asked Lois.
“Come on over and try it if you think it will do any good,” Judy invited them.
“It does seem a shame to throw perfectly good money away. Would a penny do?” Lois asked after she had helped Lorraine across. “I suppose you have to feel enchanted.”
“I did.” Judy stopped and listened. “Do you hear anything? Maybe the voice will still speak to us if we’re perfectly quiet.”
“Out of a dry fountain? Oh, Judy!” Lorraine cried. “I did so want to wish. It’s the only thing left to do.”
“Why?” asked Lois.