They had failed to help him, but in his desperation he determined to appeal to them once more.

So he picked out the seven largest ones he could see and repeated very slowly, in a voice that would tremble, the old charm: "Star-light, star bright, Seventh star I've seen to-night; I wish I may and I wish I might Have the wish come true I wish to-night." Then he made his wish again, with a heart felt earnestness that was almost an ache.

Oh, surely the day was not going to end in this cruel silence! Just then he heard the thud of a horse's hoofs on the wooden bridge, far down the road.

Nearer and louder it came.

Somebody was prancing by at last.