I meant to be such a help to John, such a real rest and comfort, and here I am a comparative burden already! 

 Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able—to dress and entertain, and order things. 

 It is fortunate Mary is so good with the baby. Such a dear baby! 

 And yet I cannot be with him, it makes me so nervous. 

 I suppose John never was nervous in his life. He laughs at me so about this wallpaper! 

 At first he meant to repaper the room, but afterwards he said that I was letting it get the better of me, and that nothing was worse for a nervous patient than to give way to such fancies. 

 He said that after the wallpaper was changed it would be the heavy bedstead, and then the barred windows, and then that gate at the head of the stairs, and so on. 

 “You know the place is doing you good,” he said, “and really, dear, I don’t care to renovate the house just for a three months’ rental.” 

 “Then do let us go downstairs,” I said, “there are such pretty rooms there.” 

 Then he took me in his arms and called me a blessed little goose, and said he would go down cellar if I wished, and have it whitewashed into the bargain. 

 But he is right enough about the beds and windows and things. 

 It is as airy and comfortable a room as any one need wish, and, of course, I would not be so silly as to make him uncomfortable just for a whim. 

 I’m really getting quite fond of the big room, all but that horrid paper. 

 Out of one window I can see the garden, those mysterious deep-shaded arbors, the riotous old-fashioned flowers, and bushes and gnarly trees. 

 Out of another I get a lovely view of the bay and a little private wharf belonging to the estate. There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the house. I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that with my imaginative power and habit of story-making a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies, and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the 

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