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windows. There was a confused noise below, and some groans.

      "Oh dear!" said Anthea, putting down the stone she was just going to drop out, "I'm afraid we've hurt somebody!"

      Robert caught up the stone in a fury.

      "I should hope we had!" he said; "I'd give something for a jolly good boiling kettle of lead. Surrender, indeed!"

      And now came more tramping and a pause, and then the thundering thump of the battering-ram. And the little room was almost pitch dark.

       The man fell with a splash into the moat-water

      "We've held it," cried Robert, "we won't surrender! The sun must set in a minute. Here—they're all jawing underneath again. Pity there's no time to get more stones! Here, pour that water down on them. It's no good, of course, but they'll hate it."

      "Oh dear!" said Jane, "don't you think we'd better surrender?"

      "Never!" said Robert; "we'll have a parley if you like, but we'll never surrender. Oh, I'll be a soldier when I grow up—you just see if I don't. I won't go into the Civil Service, whatever anyone says."

      "Let's wave a handkerchief and ask for a parley," Jane pleaded. "I don't believe the sun's going to set to-night at all."

      "Give them the water first—the brutes!" said the bloodthirsty Robert. So Anthea tilted the pot over the nearest lead-hole, and poured. They heard a splash below, but no one below seemed to have felt it. And again the ram battered the great door. Anthea paused.

      "How idiotic," said Robert, lying flat on the floor and putting one eye to the lead-hole. "Of course the holes go straight down into the gate-house—that's for when the enemy has got past the door and the portcullis, and almost all is lost. Here, hand me the pot." He crawled on to the three-cornered window-ledge in the middle of the wall, and, taking the pot from Anthea, poured the water out through the arrow-slit.

      And as he began to pour, the noise of the battering-ram and the trampling of the foe and the shouts of "Surrender!" and "De Talbot for ever!" all suddenly stopped and went out like the snuff of a candle; the little dark room seemed to whirl round and turn topsy-turvy, and when the children came to themselves there they were, safe and sound, in the big front bedroom of their own house—the house with the ornamental nightmare iron-top to the roof.

      They all crowded to the window and looked out. The moat and the tents and the besieging force were all gone—and there was the garden with its tangle of dahlias and marigolds and asters and later roses, and the spiky iron railings and the quiet white road.

       Anthea tilted the pot over the nearest lead-hole

      Everyone drew a deep breath.

      "And that's all right!" said Robert. "I told you so! And, I say, we didn't surrender, did we?"

      "Aren't you glad now I wished for a castle?" asked Cyril.

      "I think I am now," said Anthea slowly. "But I wouldn't wish for it again, I think, Squirrel dear!"

      "Oh, it was simply splendid!" said Jane unexpectedly. "I wasn't frightened a bit."

      "Oh, I say!" Cyril was beginning, but Anthea stopped him.

      "Look here," she said, "it's just come into my head. This is the very first thing we've wished for that hasn't got us into a row. And there hasn't been the least little scrap of a row about this. Nobody's raging downstairs, we're safe and sound, we've had an awfully jolly day—at least, not jolly exactly, but you know what I mean. And we know now how brave Robert is—and Cyril too, of course," she added hastily, "and Jane as well. And we haven't got into a row with a single grownup."

      The door was opened suddenly and fiercely.

      "You ought to be ashamed of yourselves," said the voice of Martha, and they could tell by her voice that she was very angry indeed. "I thought you couldn't last through the day without getting up to some mischief! A person can't take a breath of air on the front doorstep but you must be emptying the water jug on their heads! Off you go to bed, the lot of you, and try to get up better children in the morning. Now then—don't let me have to tell you twice. If I find any of you not in bed in ten minutes I'll let you know it, that's all! A new cap, and everything!"

      She flounced out amid a disregarded chorus of regrets and apologies. The children were very sorry, but really it was not their faults.

      You can't help it if you are pouring water on a besieging foe, and your castle suddenly changes into your house—and everything changes with it except the water, and that happens to fall on somebody else's clean cap.

      "I don't know why the water didn't change into nothing, though," said Cyril.

      "Why should it?" asked Robert. "Water's water all the world over."

      "I expect the castle well was the same as ours in the stable-yard," said Jane. And that was really the case.

      "I thought we couldn't get through a wishday without a row," said Cyril; "it was much too good to be true. Come on, Bobs, my military hero. If we lick into bed sharp she won't be so furious, and perhaps she'll bring us up some supper. I'm jolly hungry! Goodnight, kids."

      "Good-night. I hope the castle won't come creeping back in the night," said Jane.

      "Of course it won't," said Anthea briskly, "but Martha will—not in the night, but in a minute. Here, turn round, I'll get that knot out of your pinafore strings."

      "Wouldn't it have been degrading for Sir Wulfric de Talbot," said Jane dreamily, "if he could have known that half the besieged garrison wore pinafores?"

      "And the other half knickerbockers. Yes—frightfully. Do stand still—you're only tightening the knot," said Anthea.

Chapter VIII.

       Bigger Than the Baker's Boy

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      Look here," said Cyril. "I've got an idea."

      "Does it hurt much?" said Robert sympathetically.

      "Don't be a jackanape! I'm not humbugging."

      "Shut up, Bobs!" said Anthea.

      "Silence for the Squirrel's oration," said Robert.

      Cyril balanced himself on the edge of the water-butt in the backyard, where they all happened to be, and spoke.

      "Friends, Romans, countrymen—and women—we found a Sammyadd. We have had wishes. We've had wings, and being beautiful as the day—ugh!—that was pretty jolly beastly if you like—and wealth and castles, and that rotten gipsy business with the Lamb. But we're no forrarder. We haven't really got anything worth having for our wishes."

      "We've had things happening," said Robert; "that's always something."

      "It's not enough, unless they're the right things," said Cyril firmly. "Now I've been thinking"—

      "Not really?" whispered Robert.

      "In the silent what's-its-names of the night. It's like suddenly being asked something out of history—the date of the Conquest or something; you know it all right all the time, but when you're asked it all goes out of your head. Ladies and gentlemen, you know jolly well that when we're all rotting about in the usual way heaps of things keep cropping up, and then real earnest wishes come into the heads of the beholder"—

      "Hear, hear!" said Robert.

      "—of the beholder, however, stupid he is," Cyril went on. "Why, even Robert might happen to think of a really useful wish if he didn't injure his poor little brains trying so hard to think.—Shut up, Bobs, I tell you!—You'll have the

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