"It is what comes of being a naughty little girl again. We never sleep well when our conscience is uneasy."
Emmy Lou lay close. Conscience! Aunt Cordelia said so!
Nor did Aunt Cordelia dream, nor Emmy Lou suspect, that the monstrous, looming shape padding along the silent street beyond the open window with its broad sill was the circus elephant making his way to the railroad yard and his traveling car, the yard where the roundhouse bell even now made melancholy tolling in the night.
V
LIONS IN THE PATH
Emmy Lou came home at close of her first day in the Second Reader. "I sit with Hattie," she said.
"Who is she?" asked Aunt Katie.
"Where does she come from?" added Aunt Louise.