“Poor little kid!” he said. “There is nobody left to come.”
It was in that strange and sudden way that she found out that she had neither father nor mother left; that they had died and been carried away in the night. That was why the place was so quiet. It was true that there was no one in the bungalow but herself and the little rustling snake.
“Why was I forgotten?” she said, stamping her foot. “Why does nobody come?”
“It is the child no one ever saw!” exclaimed the man, turning to his companions. “She has actually been forgotten!”
She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another.
..
"Psst!" a voice exclaimed.
"Who's there?" she hissed. She was met with no response.
"Who's there?!" she yelled again, growing impatient already. Yet again, no one responded.
"Over here!"a voice yelled back in the distance.
A boy suddenly emerges from behind a towering water wall that disappeared into the fog and never seemed to end. The water cascaded smoothly down the glass panes, not a trickle of water could be heard.
"Over here!" the boy yelled again. This time, she could see that a blackbird perched on the boy's shoulders -- its round, beady eyes paced left and right.
"Who are you and where did you come from?" she screams. The elaborate wall appeared behind her from out of nowhere.