I fear the late supper was too much
for her. Now, my dear," added the Chief Guardian kindly. "Tell me all
about it."
Tommy sat terror-stricken on the edge of her cot. Patricia Scott and Cora
Kidder likewise were sitting on the edges of their cots. They did not
appear to be frightened. They looked bored and disgusted.
"It wath the motht terrible thing," breathed Grace.
"You must have been dreaming. But tell me, what you think you saw," urged
Mrs. Livingston.
"I didn't think I thaw it. I did thee it," declared Tommy firmly.
"You were dreaming, Tommy. You know you were," said Harriet, but Tommy
shook her head with emphasis.
"It wath a big pink elephant. I thaw him. He walked right in at that door.
Then--then--then--he thtepped up on the cot and walked on me with hith
feet. He wath jutht going to thtep on my face when I cried out."
"Nightmare," smiled Miss Partridge.
"It wath not," protested Grace. "Wait! When I cried out the pink elephant
put hith trunk right around my neck. Look! You'll thee the mark of the
trunk on my neck now."
"Nonsense! There is no mark there, dear," soothed Harriet.
"I gueth I know! It ith my neck. Then the pink elephant lifted me right
up. He wath growling jutht like a bear all the time. Then he carried me
right out doorth and dropped me on the ground.
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