Essie was so painfully modest that she couldn't bear to undress with them looking at her, so she'd turn their faces to the wall, and then next morning she'd be so slow about getting down to breakfast that there wouldn't be time to turn them back.

There my poor family and friends would have to stay with their faces to the wall all day as if they were in disgrace, unless I went around and turned them all back myself.
"Then she was such a queer little mouse; didn't really come out of her hole and get sociable until after dark.

As soon as the lights were out and we were in bed, she'd want to talk.

No matter how sleepy I was, that was the time to tell all her troubles.

She was so humble and respectful in asking my advice that I couldn't throw a pillow at her and shut her up, so there she'd lie and talk in a stage whisper till after midnight.
Then it was like pulling teeth to get her up in the morning.