The noise and hurrying about and wailing over the cholera had frightened her, and she had been angry because no one seemed to remember that she was alive.
Every one was too panic-stricken to think of a little girl no one was fond of.

When people had the cholera it seemed that they remembered nothing but themselves.

But if every one had got well again, surely some one would remember and come to look for her.
But no one came, and as she lay waiting the house seemed to grow more and more silent.

She heard something rustling on the matting and when she looked down she saw a little snake gliding along and watching her with eyes like jewels.

She was not frightened, because he was a harmless little thing who would not hurt her and he seemed in a hurry to get out of the room.