ery little interest in the next room she took them to.

"I don't care about this place," she said, as she threw open the door.
"It has nothing but old things in it. It is the Nobody-knows-where room."

She had scarcely finished speaking before Jem made a little spring and
picked something up.

"Here's my old strawberry pincushion!" she cried out. And then, with
another jump and another dash at two or three other things, "And here's
my old fairy-book! And here's my little locket I lost last summer! How
did they come here?"

"They went Nobody-knows-where," said Baby.

"And this is it."

"But cannot I have them again?" asked Jem.

"No," answered Baby. "Things that go to Nobody-knows-where stay there."

"Oh!" sighed Jem, "I am so sorry."

"They are only old things," said Baby.

"But I like my old things," said Jem. "I love them. And there is mother's
needle case. I wish I might take that. Her dead little sister gave it to
her, and she was so sorry when she lost it."

"People ought to take better care of their things," remarked Baby.

Jem would have liked to stay in this room and wander about among her old
favorites for a long time, but Baby was in a hurry.

"You'd better come away," she said. "Suppose I was to have to fall awake
and leave you?"

The next place they went into was the most wonderful of all.

"This is the Wish room," said Baby. "Your wishes come here--yours
and mother's, and Aunt Hetty's and father's and mine. When did you
wish that?"

Each article was placed under a glass shade, and labelled with the words
and name of the wishers. Some of them were beautiful, indeed; but the
tall shade Baby nodded at when she asked her question was truly
alarming, and caused Jem a dreadful pang of remorse. Underneath it sat
Aunt Hetty, with her mouth stitched up so that she could not speak a
word, and beneath the stand was a label bearing these words, in large
black letters--

"I wish Aunt Hetty's mouth was sewed up, Jem."

"Oh, dear!" cried Jem, in great distress. "How it must have hurt her!
How unkind of me to say it! I wish I hadn't wished it. I wish it would
come undone."

She had no sooner said it than her wish was gratified. The old label
disappeared and a new one showed itself, and there sat Aunt Hetty,
looking herself again, and even smiling.

Jem was grateful beyond measure, but Baby seemed to consider her
weak minded.

"It served her right," she said.

"But when, after looking at the wis