She was trying to imagine Miss Ida Slome, with her pink cheeks and her gay attire, in the house instead of her mother.

Her head began to reel.

She no longer wept.
She became dimly conscious, after a while, of her aunt Maria's shaking her violently and calling her by name, but she did not respond, although she heard her plainly.

Then she felt a great jounce of the bed as her aunt sprang out.

She continued to lie still and rigid.