And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about
behind that pattern. I don't like it a bit. I wonder--I begin
to think--I wish John would take me away from here!

It is so hard to talk with John about my case, because he is
so wise, and because he loves me so.

But I tried it last night.

It was moonlight. The moon shines in all around just as the
sun does.

I hate to see it sometimes, it creeps so slowly, and always
comes in by one window or another.

John was asleep and I hated to waken him, so I kept still
and watched the moonlight on that undulating wall-paper till I
felt creepy.

The faint figure behind seemed to shake the pattern, just as
if she wanted to get out.

I got up softly and went to feel and see if the paper DID
move, and when I came back John was awake.

"What is it, little girl?" he said. "Don't go walking about
like that--you'll get cold."

I though it was a good time to talk, so I told him that I
really was not gaining here, and that I wished he would take me