If she were but indoors again, she would fear nothing, not even the terrible creature with the long legs! But how was she to find her way back?
What could that light be?
Could it be--?
No, it couldn't.

But what if it should be--yes--it must be--her great-great-grandmother's lamp, which guided her pigeons home through the darkest night! She jumped up: she had but to keep that light in view and she must find the house.

Her heart grew strong.

Speedily, yet softly, she walked down the hill, hoping to pass the watching creature unseen.

Dark as it was, there was little danger now of choosing the wrong road.