I often wonder if I could see her out of all the windows at once. 

 But, turn as fast as I can, I can only see out of one at one time. 

 And though I always see her she may be able to creep faster than I can turn! 

 I have watched her sometimes away off in the open country, creeping as fast as a cloud shadow in a high wind. 

 If only that top pattern could be gotten off from the under one! I mean to try it, little by little. 

 I have found out another funny thing, but I shan’t tell it this time! It does not do to trust people too much. 

 There are only two more days to get this paper off, and I believe John is beginning to notice. I don’t like the look in his eyes. 

 And I heard him ask Jennie a lot of professional questions about me. She had a very good report to give. 

 She said I slept a good deal in the daytime. 

 John knows I don’t sleep very well at night, for all I’m so quiet! 

 He asked me all sorts of questions, too, and pretended to be very loving and kind. 

 As if I couldn’t see through him! 

 Still, I don’t wonder he acts so, sleeping under this paper for three months. 

 It only interests me, but I feel sure John and Jennie are secretly affected by it. 

 Hurrah! This is the last day, but it is enough. John is to stay in town over night, and won’t be out until this evening. 

 Jennie wanted to sleep with me—the sly thing! but I told her I should undoubtedly rest better for a night all alone. 

 That was clever, for really I wasn’t alone a bit! As soon as it was moonlight, and that poor thing began to crawl and shake the pattern, I got up and ran to help her. 

 I pulled and she shook, I shook and she pulled, and before morning we had peeled off yards of that paper. 

 A strip about as high as my head and half around the room. 

 And then when the sun came and that awful pattern 

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