I hit several people with my holly on their shins, because they knew more than I did.

But that was no good; nor was anything else.

I only got more and more out of sorts, and could not stay quiet anywhere; and yet it was no good to me to try to make a noise.

All day I went about as if I did not care whether people contradicted me or not, or where I was, or what time I should get back, or whether there would be any dinner.

And I tucked up my feet in my nightgown every night; but instead of stopping there, as they always used to do, they were down in cold places immediately; and instead of any sleep, I bit holes by the hundred in the sheets, with thinking.