"Ha! I wonder who that can be?" thought Curly Tail. "Perhaps it may be the bad alligator trying to scare Cora Janet. No, that can't be," he went on, "for Cora Janet is down in Montclair, making funny music tunes on the piano."
Then he heard the gentle little crying voice again, and he knew it was somebody in trouble, Curly did, and he called out:
"Who is there?"
"I am," sobbed a voice.
"And who are you?"
"My name is Ethel Rose," went on the voice, "and I am lost. Oh, please help me. I'm so afraid!"
"Of course, I'll help you," spoke Curly bravely. "But why is your name Ethel Rose?—that is two names."
"I don't know," answered the little girl, and then she stepped out from the bushes where she had been crying, and the moon shone down on her face and her ear-rings and dark hair, and Curly said:
"Now I know why they call you Ethel Rose."
"Why?" she asked.