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all, I thought she might like an extra kick in her salads. If you want to talk to her, I think she’s in the pottery shed.”
    “Crow’s feet and cobwebs!” Claire exclaimed as the twins ran to the pottery shed. “I had no idea that everyone at Camp Bliss was casting spells.”
    “Not casting, exactly,” corrected Luna. “Just wishing .”
    “That Marigold Zest is powerful stuff,” said Claire.
    “Grandy warned me not to let the powder get into the wrong hands. She said Marigold Zest could work wonders on even a non-witch’s wishes. Now I think I know what she meant.” Luna blew out her cheeks. “Boy, did I ever mess this one up.”
    “Come on, nothing terrible has happened, Loon. None of these wrong hands have been too wrong.’”
    “Not yet, anyway,’” Luna answered. She shivered. The closer they came to finding the powder, the nearer she felt to a peculiar kind of danger.
    Glad was sitting in the windowsill of the pottery barn. She was embroidering a gladiolus design onto a denim cloth wallet.
    “Penelope’s power powder? Oh, sure! I had it for a couple of days. But I didn’t use it on my food! I sprinkled it on my hair before campfire nights, so everyone could share the scent. It gave off a supercool vibe in the air.”
    “Do you think we could use some of it?” asked Luna.
    “Sure! Yesterday, I put it in the Pillowcase Fund for everyone to share.”
    “Thanks, Glad,” said Claire.
    “By the way, Luna, I made the longest daisy chain in freestyle crafts time. You might want to put that in your ‘Luna’s News’ update,” said Glad.
    “Will do,” Luna answered.
    In no time, the girls had doubled back to Sleepy Hollow. They raced to the pillowcase.
    The only thing to be found in the Pillowcase Fund was the copy of Eternally Eustacia that Luna had donated.
    Claire stamped her foot. “So close, but no Zest! And Camp Bliss is too big to question everybody.”
    “Hmm, but think, Clairsie. If the powder fulfills the wish of whoever has her hands on it,” said Luna thoughtfully, “all we have to do is wait for the next wish, and trace it to the logical wish-er. Right?”
    “Right,” Claire said softly.
    “Like, if everyone starts laughing really hard or wants to play softball all day, then it’s Min Suh who has the Zest. Right?”
    “Right,” squeaked Claire, even more softly.
    “Or if people start talking about Bermuda and French manicures too much, then it’s Haley who has the Zest. Right?”
    “Right.” Now Claire’s voice sounded soft and squeaky as a mouse.
    “Claire, this is no time for funny voices,” Luna said strictly. “I’m trying to do some detectiving. Speak up, and stand up straight.”
    “I am speaking up and standing up!”
    Luna looked at her sister from head to toe. “Clairsie,” she said, trying to keep her own voice relaxed. “Do you realise that you’re shrinking?”
    “I am not!” said Claire, jutting her chin high. Yet there could be no doubt that she was standing a full head smaller than her sister. And she was losing height rapidly.
    “What is happening to you?” Luna gasped. Now her sister was at her chest, and in the next ten seconds, her waist.
    “Make it stop!” Claire commanded. Her voice was shrill as a doll’s teakettle.
    “I don’t know how!” Luna cried. Now her twin was knee-high. “You’re knee-high!” she exclaimed, but no sooner were the words out than Claire had shrunk to Luna’s shin, then her ankle. “Claire, where are you going?”
    “Hide me!” squealed Claire, climbing up onto Luna’s big toe. “Put me somewhere safe, before I disappear from sight!”
    Quickly, Luna scooped up her clothespin-sized sister and dropped her gently into a paper cup that was resting on top of one of the bureaus. “We’ll go to the first-aid office,” she said. “Stay calm. Either you have come down with an incurable shrinking disease, or a rebel wisher has struck.”
    She hurried out of the cabin and down the hill to the office,