She closed her eyes with weariness from her strained position, and it is possible that she dozed off for a few moments.  In fact, that was what she did do.  She dreamed that she was at the circus and all the wild animals had broken loose and were running about the audience.  She could hear the roar of the lions and the screeching of the tigers.  She woke up with a start and thought for a moment that her dream was true.  The barn was full of wild animals which were roaring and chasing each other around.  Then her senses cleared and she recognized the heavy bark of a large dog and the startled mi-ou of a cat.  The dog was chasing the cat around the barn.  She felt the slight thud as the cat leaped up and found refuge on top of the statue.  She could hear it spitting at the dog and knew that its back was arched in an attitude of defiance.  The dog barked furiously down below.  Then, overcome by rage, he made a wild jump for the cat and lunged his heavy body against the side of the statue.  It toppled over against the corner.  For an instant Sahwah thought she was going to be killed.  But the corner of the barn saved the statue from falling over altogether.  It simply leaned back at a slight angle.  But there was something different in her position now.  At first she did not know what it was.  Before this her feet were standing squarely on the wooden base of the statue, but now they were slipping around and seemed to be dangling.  Then she realized what had happened.  The shock of the dog’s onslaught had knocked the statue clear off the base, and had also contrived to loosen her knees a little.  To her joy she found that she could move her feet—­could walk.  For all the statue was immense, it was light, and wedged into it as she was she balanced the upper part of it perfectly.  She moved out from the corner.

The dog was still barking furiously and circling around the barn after the cat.  Then the cat found a paneless window by which she had entered and disappeared into the night.  The dog, who had also entered by that window when chasing the cat, had been helped on the outside by a box which stood under the sill, but there was no such aid on the inside and he did not attempt to make the jump from the floor, but stood barking until the place shook.  Just then a voice was heard on the outside.  “Lion, Lion,” it called, “where are you?” Lion barked in answer.  “Come out of that barn,” commanded the voice of a small boy.  Lion answered again in the only way he knew how.  “Wait a minute, Lion, I’m coming,” said the small boy.  Sahwah heard some one fumbling at the door and then it was drawn open.  The light from a street lamp streamed in.  It fell directly on the statue as Sahwah took another step forward.  The boy saw the apparition and fled in terror, followed by the dog, leaving the door wide open.  Sahwah hastened to the door.  Here she encountered a difficulty.  The statue was nine feet high and the door was only about eight.  Naturally the