Then a further startling discovery was made. A little white clad figure
crouched on the ground a few feet outside the entrance to the tent She was
screaming with terror. Beside her was Harriet Burrell, shaking the
screaming Tommy.

"Stop it! Stop it!" commanded Harriet.

"Yes, please do. You will have the camp in an uproar," commanded Mrs.
Livingston. "Come inside at once. Miss Burrell, will you kindly assist
your friend in? Miss Partridge tells me this young woman raised a
disturbance once before this evening. 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.