She was young, too,--too young to reason about the uses of suffering.

She only knew she was dreadfully afflicted, and thought everybody ought to amuse her.
"O, dear me!" said Susy, sometimes, "I just believe the more anybody does for Prudy, the more she expects." Now this was really the case.

When Prudy first began to lie upon the sofa, everybody pitied her, and tried to say and do funny things, in order to take up her attention.

It was not possible to keep on giving so much time to her; but Prudy expected it.

She would lie very pleasant and happy for hours at a time, counting the things in the room, talking to herself, or humming little tunes; and then, again, everything would go wrong.