hes at that end of the room, they went
to the other end, her turn came. In one corner stood a shade with a baby
under it, and the baby was Miss Baby herself, but looking as she very
rarely looked; in fact, it was the brightest, best tempered baby one
could imagine."

"I wish I had a better tempered baby. Mother," was written on the label.

Baby became quite red in the face with anger and confusion.

"That wasn't here the last time I came," she said. "And it is right down
mean in mother!"

This was more than Jem could bear.

"It wasn't mean," she said. "She couldn't help it. You know you are a
cross baby--everybody says so."

Baby turned two shades redder.

"Mind your own business," she retorted. "It was mean; and as to that
silly little thing being better than I am," turning up her small nose,
which was quite turned up enough by Nature--"I must say I don't see
anything so very grand about her. So, there!"

She scarcely condescended to speak to them while they remained in the
Wish room, and when they left it, and went to the last door in the
passage, she quite scowled at it.

"I don't know whether I shall open it at all," she said.

"Why not?" asked Flora. "You might as well."

"It is the Lost pin room," she said. "I hate pins."

She threw the door open with a bang, and then stood and shook her little
fist viciously. The room was full of pins, stacked solidly together.
There were hundreds of them--thousands--millions, it seemed.

"I'm glad they _are_ lost!" she said. "I wish there were more of
them there."

"I didn't know there were so many pins in the world," said Jem.

"Pooh!" said Baby. "Those are only the lost ones that have belonged to
our family."

After this they went back to Flora's room and sat down, while Flora told
Jem the rest of her story.

"Oh!" sighed Jem, when she came to the end. "How delightful it is to be
here! Can I never come again?"

"In one way you can," said Flora. "When you want to come, just sit down
and be as quiet as possible, and shut your eyes and think very hard
about it. You can see everything you have seen to-day, if you try."

"Then I shall be sure to try," Jem answered. She was going to ask some
other question, but Baby stopped her.

"Oh! I'm falling awake," she whimpered, crossly, rubbing her eyes. "I'm
falling awake again."

And then, suddenly, a very strange feeling came over Jem. Flora and the
pretty room seemed to fade away, and, without being able to acc