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. I heard thome thrange
thingth too. I heard feet and wingth in the air. I thaw thome awful
thingth, and----"

"My dear, you have a wonderful imagination," declared Mrs. Livingston,
laughing. "And what is more and worse still, you have eaten too heavily. I
shall see to it that you do not indulge in any late repasts after this."

"Then pleathe tell me, how did I get out doorth?" demanded Tommy
triumphantly. This was something of a poser. Harriet said Grace did not
appear to be fully awake when she reached her little companion.

"What do you know about this?" questioned the guardian, turning to
Patricia Scott.

"Nothing, whatever," replied Patricia.