The world into which she was so boldly venturing was going to be wonderful, but never so wonderful as the world within these paper covers.

Already Cosette was her chosen friend.

Daily contact with actual human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative.
Joyous, she felt the need of physical expression; and her body began to sway sinuously, to glide and turn and twist about the room.

As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms.
Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed.

There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather--the Holy Bible.
Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis.