1 She wished she could talk as he did.
2 No, but he wishes he'd never been born.
3 "I wish the spring was here now," said Mary.
4 "I wish my father would come home," he said.
5 If they wished I would," she said, "I wouldn't.
6 During those years he had only wished to forget him.
7 I wish I was friends with things," he said at last, "but I'm not.
8 "I wish I could go to sleep before you leave me," he said rather shyly.
9 Mary," he said, "I wish I hadn't said what I did about sending Dickon away.
10 I am too ill, and wretched and distracted; but I wish you to be happy and comfortable.
11 All that troubled her was her wish that she knew whether all the roses were dead, or if perhaps some of them had lived and might put out leaves and buds as the weather got warmer.
12 Instead of lying and staring at the wall and wishing he had not awakened, his mind was full of the plans he and Mary had made yesterday, of pictures of the garden and of Dickon and his wild creatures.
13 She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who was made to understand that if she wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much as possible.