"I'm sure bed is--is the best place you.

I think I can find what--what you need," she finished feebly.
In a snug little room over the kitchen some minutes later, David found himself at last alone.

The room, though it had once belonged to a boy of his own age, looked very strange to David.

On the floor was a rag-carpet rug, the first he had ever seen.

On the walls were a fishing-rod, a toy shotgun, and a case full of bugs and moths, each little body impaled on a pin, to David's shuddering horror.