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But I still call this my Wishing-rock and I come here and stand on it and wish only there aren't so awfully many things to wish for that you don't just ask Little-Dad for big things, you know." "Miss Jerry, you were wishing when I arrived!" She colored. "I was.
Of course she could not know that it was because he had admitted to Jerry that he, too, found something in Kettle that approached the magic that he had stood on the Wishing-rock and had wished, very seriously, and if Mrs. Travis had known what that wish was her regret would, indeed, have been real alarm! After Jerry, with Pepper, had gone off to bed and Dr.
But it used to be fun pretending I knew just what the world was like." Isobel stared curiously at Jerry. "Hadn't you really ever been anywhere?" "Oh, yes, in books I'd been everywhere. But that isn't the same as being places and seeing things yourself." Gyp laid her fingers respectfully on the rough brown surface of the great rock. "Do you suppose it really is a 'wishing-rock'?" "Goodness, no.
If John Westley had not deliberately run away from his guide that August morning and lost himself on Kettle Mountain, he would never have found the Wishing-rock, nor the Witches' Glade, nor Miss Jerauld Travis. Even a man whose hair has begun to grow a little gray over his ears can have moments of wildest rebellion against authority.
This" waving her hand "is the Witches' Glade and that" nodding at the rock against which the man leaned "is the Wishing-rock." John Westley, who back home manufactured cement-mixers, suddenly felt that he had wakened into a world of make-believe. He turned and looked at the rock it was very much like a great many other rocks all over the mountainside and yet there was something different!
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