They travelled for another year, and Carolina grew no better. She seldom complained, but her lack of interest in everything, added to her restless love of change, preyed upon Mrs. Winchester. They were in Bombay when this restlessness got beyond control. "I am not happy!" she cried, passionately, "and knowing I ought to be is what makes me even more miserable!" "What you need is a good dose of America," said Cousin Lois, decidedly. "You are homesick!" "I believe I am!" she answered, with brightening eyes. "I am homesick, though, for something in America which I’ve never found there." "You are homesick for South Carolina," said Cousin Lois, with timid daring. At these words a look came into Carolina’s eyes which half-frightened Mrs. Winchester, for Carolina had suddenly recalled her father’s words. "My dearest wish is to restore Guildford, and pass the remainder of my days in the old place." Instantly her life-work spread itself out before her. Here was the solution to all her restlessness, the answer to all her questionings of Fate, the link which could bind her closer to her beloved father! If he could have spoken, she knew that he would have urged her to give her life, if need be, to the restoration of Guildford. Her interest in existence returned with a gush. A new light gleamed in her eyes. A new smile wreathed her too scornful lips. Her face was irradiated by the first look of love which Cousin Lois had seen upon it since her father’s death. They began to pack in an hour. CHAPTER III. THE DANGER OF WISHING The Lees’ dinner-table was round, and about it were gathered six people--Sherman and his wife, Carolina, Mrs. Winchester, Noel St. Quentin, and Kate Howard, Carolina’s most intimate girl friend. It was the first time they had all met since the return of the travellers from India. Later they were going to hear Melba in "Faust," but there was no hurry. It was only nine o’clock. "Carolina, if you could have the dearest wish of your heart, what would it be?" asked Noel St. Quentin. "If I should tell, it might not come true," Carolina answered. "And I want it so much!" "I never saw such a girl as Carolina in all my life," complained her sister-in-law. "Her mind is always made up. She keeps her ideas as orderly as an old maid’s bureau-drawer. No odds and ends anywhere. You may ask her any sort of a question, and she has her answer ready. She knows just what box in her brain it is in. Just fancy having thought out what your wish would be, and having it at your tongue’s end to tell at a dinner-party!" Mrs. Lee leaned back and fanned herself with a fatigued air. "You almost indicate that Carolina thinks," said St. Quentin. "Oh, don’t accuse me of such a crime in public!" cried the girl, laughing.