explanation. "Well, don't forget that there's lots of time yet. You
just keep on believing things _will_ happen--don't lose heart--and
maybe they will."

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.