"Her skull would have told her where he
was."
"I wonder if the wishbone she gave me would have done any good,"
cried Cecily suddenly. "I'd forgotten all about it. Oh, do you
suppose it's too late yet?"
"There's nothing in a wishbone," said Dan impatiently.
"You can't be sure. She TOLD me I'd get the wish I made on it.
I'm going to try whenever I get home."
"It can't do any harm, anyhow," said Peter, "but I'm afraid you've
left it too late. If Pat is dead even a witch's wishbone can't
bring him back to life."
"I'll never forgive myself for not thinking about it before,"
mourned Cecily.
As soon as we got home she flew to the little box upstairs where
she kept her treasures, and brought therefrom the dry and brittle
wishbone.
"Peg told me how it must be done. I'm to hold the wishbone with
both hands, like this, and walk backward, repeating the wish nine
times. And when I've finished the ninth time I'm to turn around
nine times, from right to left, and then the wish will come true
right away."
"Do you expect to see Pat when you finish turning?" said Dan
skeptically.
None of us had any faith in the incantation except Peter, and, by
infection, Cecily. You never could tell what might happen.
Cecily took the wishbone in her trembling little hands and began
her backward pacing, repeating solemnly, "I wish that we may find
Paddy alive, or else his body, so that we can bury him decently.
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