But she continued the pursuit of her ideas on happiness.

Sarah Brown meant to write a book some day, if she could find a really inspiring exercise-book to start in.

She thought herself rather good at ideas--poor Sarah Brown, she simply had to be confident about something.

She was only inwardly articulate, I think, not outwardly at all, but sometimes she could talk about herself.
"Heaven has given me wretched health, but never gave me youth enough to make the wretchedness adventurous," she went on.

"Heaven gave me a thin skin, but never gave me the natural and comforting affections.