But if everyone 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.

He slipped under the door as she watched him.
"How queer and quiet it is," she said.

"It sounds as if there were no one in the bungalow but me and the snake." Almost the next minute she heard footsteps in the compound, and then on the veranda.