"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 wishes 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.