Miss Mouton had often walked the distance from the dancing school home, but she had never done it alone or in the dark. She pulled her cloak closer to her, and trotted off in the direction of home. She started singing to ward off her fear and loneliness. In the gloomy light it was very easy to get confused. She took one turning, then another and was quite lost. She decided to retrace her steps to the dancing school in case Elly had reached it. But the dancing school looked as dark and desolate as when she’d left it a while ago.