In this damp weather it is awful, I wake up in the night and
find it hanging over me.

It used to disturb me at first. I thought seriously of
burning the house--to reach the smell.

But now I am used to it. The only thing I can think of that
it is like is the COLOR of the paper! A yellow smell.

There is a very funny mark on this wall, low down, near the
mopboard. A streak that runs round the room. It goes behind
every piece of furniture, except the bed, a long, straight, even
SMOOCH, as if it had been rubbed over and over.

I wonder how it was done and who did it, and what they did
it for. Round and round and round--round and round and round--it
makes me dizzy!


I really have discovered something at last.

Through watching so much at night, when it changes so, I
have finally found out.

The front pattern DOES move--and no wonder! The woman
behind shakes it!

Sometimes I think there are a great many women behind, and
sometimes only one, and she crawls around fast, and her crawling
shakes it all over.