"We'll wish for things to eat when we get to the Wishing Well," said Randal.
Randal was nowhere in sight, and she did not know where to look for the Wishing Well.
As a matter of course the pool had been christened the “Wishing Well.”
I never blamed her for not wishing well to democracy,—how should she?
But there is no need to seek them while the Wishing Well, nearer to hand, ...