Emily Marie was a quiet girl, unassuming and full of love for forgotten things. She was a good student who made good marks in her French and Philology courses and she worked at the university library shelving books. From the money she made at the library, she parceled out a small amount each week—just enough to buy herself a book from the shop downtown. Her bookshelf thus grew one book larger every seven days, and she was getting crowded out of her bed because the books were beginning to spill from their confines. It is therefore not surprising that Emily Marie began to dream of pirates when Treasure Island landed on her baseboard and of white rabbits when Alice in Wonderland fell astride her pillowcase.