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.  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.

“Neither do I,” answered Cora Kidder.  “I was awakened by a great uproar for the second time to-night.  The noise at first sounded right here in the tent, then when I had sat up on my cot I discovered that it was outside.  I hurried out thinking I might be needed.  I found that young woman shaking the little one.  That is all I know about it, Miss Partridge.”