Read Ebook: The Haunted Fountain A Judy Bolton Mystery by Sutton Margaret

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She and Lorraine had listened to this much of what Judy was telling them without interruption.

"That's the unsolved mystery," Judy replied. "There weren't any of them impossible."

And she went on to tell them how, the very next day, her grandparents had taken her to a fountain exactly like the one in the picture. It was in the center of a deep, circular pool with steps leading up to it. Beside the steps were smaller fountains with the water spurting from the mouths of stone lions. Judy had stared at them a moment and then climbed the steps to the pool.

"Am I dreaming?" she remembered saying aloud. "Is this beautiful fountain real?"

A voice had answered, although she could see no one.

"Make your wishes, Judy. Wish wisely. If you shed a tear in the fountain your wishes will surely come true."

"A tear?" Judy had asked. "How can I shed a tear when I'm happy? This is a wonderful place."

"Shed a tear in the fountain and your wishes will surely come true," the voice had repeated.

"But what is there to cry about?"

"You found plenty to cry about back at your grandmother's house," the mysterious voice had reminded her. "Weren't you crying on my picture up there in the attic?"

"Wish wisely," the voice from the fountain had said in a mysterious whisper.

If Wishes Came True

"Did you?" Lois interrupted the story to ask excitedly. "Oh, Judy! Don't keep us in suspense any longer. What did you wish?"

"Patience," Judy said with a smile. "I'm coming to that."

First, she told her friends, she had to think of a wise wish. There had been so much she wanted in those early days before the flood. Dora Scott had been her best friend in Roulsville, but she had moved away.

"You see," she explained, "I made the mistake of having just one best friend. There wasn't anybody in Dry Brook Hollow. I remember thinking of how lonely I was and how I wished for a friend or a sister, and suddenly a tear splashed in the water. It made little ripples. I thought I had to wish quickly before they vanished, and so I began naming the things I wanted as fast as I could. I'm not sure they were wise wishes. They seem rather selfish to me, now. I wasn't thinking of anybody but me, Judy Bolton, and what I wanted. It wasn't until after I began to think of others that my wishes started to come true."

"But what were they?" Lois insisted.

Lorraine seemed unusually quiet and thoughtful. Judy did not notice the fear in her eyes as she replied airily, "Oh, didn't I tell you? I wished for lots of friends and a sister, and I wished I could marry a G-man and solve a lot of mysteries and that's as far as I got when the ripples vanished. I thought the spell was broken and so I didn't wish for anything more."

"Wasn't there anything more you wanted?" Lois asked.

"Of course," replied Judy. "There were lots more things. I wanted to go places, of course, and keep pets, and have a nice home, and--"

"And your wishes all came true!"

"Every one of them," Judy agreed, "even the one about the sister. You see, it wasn't a baby sister I wanted. It was a sister near my own age. That seemed impossible at the time, but the future did hold a sister for me."

"It held one for me, too," Lois said, squeezing Lorraine's hand under the table. "Don't you think sisters should tell each other their problems, Judy?"

"Honey and I always do," she replied "but then it was different. I didn't know I would marry Peter or that he would become a G-man, and he didn't know he had a sister. It is strange, isn't it? But the strangest thing of all was the fountain itself."

"Why?" asked Lorraine. "Do you still think it was enchanted?"

Lois laughed at this, but Judy was serious as she answered, "I was still little girl enough to think so at the time. I wandered around, growing very drowsy. Then I found a hammock and climbed into it. I must have gone to sleep, because I remember waking up and wondering if the voice in the fountain had been a dream."

"A hammock?" Lois questioned. "Are you sure it wasn't a flying carpet?"

"No, it was a hammock all right," Judy assured her, laughing. "It was hung between two trees in a beautiful garden all enclosed in rose trellises thick with roses. Did I tell you it was June?"

"All the year around?"

Again Lois laughed. But Lorraine said abruptly, "Let's not talk about rose gardens in June. It's a long way from June to December."

"Do you mean a garden changes? I know," Judy said, "but I think this one would be beautiful at any time of the year. There were rhododendrons, too, and I don't know how many different kinds of evergreens. I explored the garden all around the fountain."

"And then what happened?" Lorraine urged her.

"Yes, yes. Go on," entreated Lois. "I didn't dream you'd kept anything that exciting a secret. Why didn't you try to solve the mystery?"

"I think I would have tried," Judy admitted, "if I had been older or more experienced. I really should have investigated it more thoroughly and learned the secret of the fountain. But after the ripples went away it didn't speak to me any more, and I didn't really think it had heard my wishes. I was still wishing for a friend when I met you, Lois. It did seem impossible for us to be friends at first, didn't it? Lorraine was your friend."

"I did make trouble for you," Lorraine remembered. "It was all because of my foolish jealousy."

"It was nothing compared to the trouble caused by the Roulsville flood," declared Judy. "After that things started happening so fast that I completely forgot about the fountain. Honestly, Lois, I don't believe I thought about it again until after we moved to Farringdon and I walked up to your door and saw the fountain on your lawn."

"The Farringdon-Pett puddle, I always called it," Lois said with a giggle. "I've seen lots nicer fountains."

"You have?" asked Judy. "Then maybe you've seen the one I've been telling you about. I think the picture of it is still in the attic. Come on up and I'll show you."

Lois and Lorraine had finished their dessert while Judy was telling them the story of the fountain. Somehow, she wasn't hungry for hers. She had tasted it too often while she was making it.

"I'll leave it for Blackberry," she decided.

Lois watched in amusement as the cat lapped up the chocolate pudding after Judy had mixed it generously with cream.

"Sometimes," Judy said fondly, "Blackberry thinks he's a person. He eats everything we eat, including lettuce. Do you mind if he comes with us, Lorraine? He wants to explore the attic, too."

"He'll remember he's a cat fast enough if there are any mice up there," Lois said with a giggle.

Leaving the table, they all started upstairs with the cat bounding ahead of them. In modernizing her grandparents' house to suit her own and Peter's tastes, Judy had seen to it that the old stair door was removed. But there was still a door closing off the narrower stairs that led to the attic. Blackberry reached it first and yowled for Judy to open it.

"He can read my mind. He always knows where I'm going," Judy said as the door creaked open and the cat shot through it. A moment later a weird rolling noise came from the floor above.

"Come on. There's nothing up here to be afraid of," Judy urged her friends.

"Maybe not, but I'm beginning to get the shivers," confessed Lois as she followed Judy to the sewing room at the top of the last flight of stairs.

"So am I," Lorraine admitted. "I'm not superstitious about black cats, but they are creepy. Does Blackberry have to roll spools across the floor?"

"Now he thinks he's a kitten," laughed Judy. Pausing at still another door that led to the darker part of the attic, she turned and said mysteriously, "Up here we can all turn back the clock. Does anybody care to explore the past?"

The exploration began enthusiastically with Judy relating still more of what she remembered about the fountain.

"When I told Grandma about it she laughed and said I must have dreamed it. She said if wishes came true that easily she'd be living in a castle. But would she?" Judy wondered. "When I first remember this house she was still burning kerosene lamps like those you see on that high shelf by the window. I think she and Grandpa like the way they lived without any modern conveniences or anything."

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