not until you went to bed and could n't sleep ; not until the last four pieces ot candy , wrapped in tissues and kept under your pillow against the evils of the night , were gobbled up ; not until the bed itself turned into a lake of rancid dreams and the wind screamed outside and you were afraid to look at the window because there might be a face there , an ancient grinning face that had not rotted but simply dried like an old leaf , its eyes sunken diamonds pushed deep into dark sockets ; not until you saw one ripped and claw like hand holding out a bunch of balloons : see the sights , have a balloon , feed the elephants , ride the chute-the-chutes !