But she no sooner had her trunks carried there than she was struck by another brilliant idea.

Thankful, hearing unusual sounds from above that Saturday morning, ascended the back stairs to find the school mistress tugging at the bureau, which she was apparently trying to drag from the small room into the larger.
"It came to me all of a sudden," panted Miss Timpson, who was out of breath but enthusiastic.

"That little room's awful small and stuffy to sleep in, and I do hate to sleep in a stuffy room.

But when I was standing there sniffing and looking it came to me." "What came to you ?" demanded the puzzled Thankful.

"What are you talkin' about--the bureau ?" "No, no! The idea! The bureau couldn't come to me by itself, could it?
No, the idea came to me.