Somehow, the way he said it, Joy was sure they would.
"Like a wishing ring?" she asked eagerly.
He laughed.
"You are a kiddie. Why, yes, like a wishing ring, if you like."
Before Joy could answer there came a brisk voice from the door.
"Oh, this is where you've hidden! You may be decorative, Jack, but as an escort I've known nephews more useful."
Joy looked up and saw a tiny elderly lady, quite a new one, in the doorway.
"Good-by, Joy," he said in too low a voice for the old lady to hear. "I'm glad we've met—I can't say I'm glad to have seen you, because I haven't, you know. But thanks for a human five minutes—and keep hoping."
He sprang lightly to his feet, opened the door, shut the door—was gone, and Joy was alone in the dark again.
She smiled up at Aunt Lucilla unseeingly.