Then suddenly, as he stood by the window, his eyes fell upon the street below and the crowd of neighbor boys still lingering about the scene of the fire, and upon the stone post that stood at the entrance to the court over the way. And his eyes brightened to something like happy anticipation as he said under his breath, “Well, anyway, I have one wish left on the Wishing Stone.” End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of It's Your Fairy Tale, You Know, by Elizabeth Rhodes Jackson