She looked exactly as if she had turned to tombstone with eyes and hair alive.

She stopped a second to brush a little kiss across mother's lips, to the others she said without even glancing at them: "Oh do let me lie down a minute! The motion of that train made me sick." Well, I should say it did! I quit living, and began thinking in a hooray, and so did every one else at our house.

Once I had been sick and queened it over them for a while, now all of us strained ourselves trying to wait on Shelley; but she wouldn't have it.

She only said she was tired to death, to let her rest, and she turned her face to the wall and lay there.

Once she said she never wanted to see a city again so long as she lived.