Part II.
The Rainbow Cave.

The 'plane had landed on the floor of a big cave.

“Good gracious!” said Peter—“we are right in the middle of the mountains.”

It was not dark as he expected the inside of a mountain to be, for the roof and walls of the cave were covered with hundreds of queer coloured lights, that twinkled a moment one colour, then disappeared, to appear again another colour, making the whole cave look like a dancing rainbow.

“How lovely,” cried Peter, who loved bright colours. “What are they?”

“Fairy glow-worms—the more often they change their colour the brighter they glow,” said Bingo, picking up Peter and getting out of the 'plane.

Flowing across the floor of the cave was a small stream of many colours. There were patches of orange and green, surrounded by larger ones of yellow and pink, and sometimes a red and a blue patch would merge into one, forming a beautiful violet, just like the patches of colour one sees in a puddle on a wet day, when oil has been spilt on the street. Across the middle the stream was spanned by a quaint little crystal bridge, with rounded sides, like the ones seen in a Japanese garden.

“This is the stream of Wishes Come True,” explained Bingo. “Whenever anyone in the outside world makes a wish it is mirrored in this stream. Love wishes make pink colours; wishes for wealth or success, gold and yellow, and jealous wishes, green ones. Sometimes there are black patches, too, and those are the wicked, cruel wishes.”

“If I wished something, would I see my wish in the water?” asked Peter.

“You are going to wish,” answered Bingo, and he carried Peter over to the edge of the stream, and picking up a little goblet that hung from a silver chain attached to the bridge, he bent down and filled it with some of the magic water. “Drink this as you wish,” he said.

When Peter looked into the goblet he found that the water was not at all coloured, but clear and sparkling. He shut his eyes and drank, wishing as he did, what he wanted most in all the world.

“I wish to be well again.”

Immediately he felt a queer pricking feeling in his legs and back, and he opened his eyes to find himself standing on his feet, and his legs felt as if they had been asleep a long, long time. First he moved one foot a step forward and wriggled his toes. Then he tried the other; that moved, too.

“Bingo, Bingo,” he cried, “I can walk.”

“Of course you can,” smiled the little man.

“Didn't I say it was a magic wish?”

“But what colour was it?” cried Peter jumping up and down with excitement.

“Look and see.”

And there, floating past, was a beautiful patch of shining silver.

“Silver, Bingo.”

“Yes, silver for health.” And taking

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