“I shall never see my home again,” laughed Kankakee.
“I think she’ll have us all killed,” giggled Billy, while the White Lady tittered, “Good-bye forever,” to the Disconsolate Lover.
No matter what they said or how they felt—whether angry or sorry or afraid—they just had to laugh.
Suddenly a great bell tolled on the top of a tower nearby, and an old man appeared who shouted in a sing-song voice: “It is now the New Year. Every one is entitled to one wish.”
Maida started. The New Year! She could have one wish.
Everybody was rushing toward the Wishing Post, but she was nearest, and she reached it first.
“I wish everything was just as it used to be and I was at home,” she cried.
And she was!