So if you are permitted to know what she wrote at this time, you will have had a peep into Jean's hidden, inner life that none of her world save Lite knew anything about.

She wrote rapidly, and she did not always take the trouble to finish her sentences properly,--as if she never could quite keep pace with her thoughts.

So this is what that page held when finally she slammed the book shut and slid it back into the desk: I don't know what's the matter with me lately.

I feel as if I wanted to shoot somebody, or rob a bank or run away--I guess it's the old trouble nagging at me.

I KNOW dad never did it.