They returned to the glade where the dancing had occurred earlier and Julia stifled a yawn as they sat together in a circle on the pine needles. For a moment, they enjoyed listening to the rustle of leaves in Acorn's oak tree and watching the sun turn golden orange as it dipped down below the pines.

"You got your wishes too," Julia reminded Emma and Isabella. "You got to visit an exotic place and meet royalty." For a second the other girls looked puzzled, then they remembered the conversation in Aunt Cordelia's garden.

Without needing to discuss it, each girl reached up and unfastened the clasp of her moonstone necklace. As the last clasp parted, the trees began to shimmer and fade and soon the girls found themselves sitting in the grass by the peaceful garden. The sun was high in the sky again and they could hear the distant purring of a neighbor's lawn mower.

"We're back," Julia said, rather unnecessarily, and the other girls nodded a little sadly.

"I think we need to keep this a secret," Emma told the other girls as she looked again at the moonstone in her hand.

"Do you think these necklaces will always bring us to other places when we put them on?", Isabella asked.

Julia shook her head. "I think we need to be together. Do you remember what the poem said? 'True beauty must be shared.'" As she said the words, Julia thought she saw the moonstone in her hand glow a little bit brighter. "And I think we need to recite the poem while we have them on."

The other girls all nodded in agreement, as if it all made sense, though Julia thought it was an odd sort of sense.

Emma asked, "And how should we explain our missing baskets?"

To which Julia replied, "I'm sure Aunt Cordelia will understand."