I don't understand it.

He had twenty-five years to his credit, and I wanted to show him what I was going to do.

It's all a puzzle to me.

There's something frightfully wrong about it all, and it's been worrying me awfully." Joan couldn't find anything to say.

Years before, when she was four years old, Death had come to her house and taken her own father away, and she had a dim remembrance of dark rooms and of her mother crying as though she had been very badly hurt.