She found Eugenia already there, with her head buried in Mrs.Sherman's lap.
"Oh, it almost broke my heart!" she was saying.

"To see those poor little fingers groping over the paper feeling for the poem that she couldn't see.

And she said so pitifully, 'My long, long night! There are no stars in this night!' And to think it's all my fault! Oh, it is just killing me! I could hardly sleep last night for thinking of it, and when I did I had a dreadful nightmare.
"I dreamed that I was in a great market-place going from stall to stall, trying to buy something, but I had forgotten what it was I wanted.

A horrid grinning little dwarf, with great fangs in his jaw, like a boar's tusks, followed me everywhere, carrying my purse.

I'd stand awhile in front of every stall, trying to remember what it was I'd come for, and when I'd thought awhile I'd cry out, 'Now I know what I want, give me my own way.