a wish on it. That was one of the things Belle had taught her. She
started to wish that Barby might be happy. But before the whispered verse
had entirely passed her lips she stopped to amend it, adding Uncle
Darcy's name and Belle's. Then she stopped again, overcome by the
knowledge of all the woe in the world, and gathering all the universe
into her generous little heart she exclaimed earnestly:

"I wish _everybody in the world could be happy_."

Having made the wish, fervently, almost fiercely, in her intense desire
to set things right, she scrambled to her feet. There was another thing
that Belle had told her which she must do.

"If you open the Bible and it chances to be at a chapter beginning with
the words, 'It came to pass,' the wish will come true without fail."

Taking Tippy's Bible from the stand beside the bed, she opened it at
random, then carried it over to the stove in order to scan the pages by
the firelight streaming through the damper. The book opened at First
Kings, seventeenth chapter. She held it directly in the broad rays
examining the pages anxiously. There was only that one chapter head on
either page, and alas, its opening words were not "it came to pass." What
she read with a sinking heart was:

_"And Elijah the Tishbite."_

Now Georgina hadn't the slightest idea what a Tishbite was, but it
sounded as if it were something dreadful. Somehow it is a thousand times
worse to be scared by a fear which is not understood than by one which is
familiar. Suddenly she felt as bewildered and frightened as she had on