Formerly the sight of it made me miserable; now I dreaded losing it.

But I looked for it when I rose in the morning, and I could tell at once by its appearance what kind of night it had passed.

Nay, more: I believed I was able to decide how the wind had been since sundown, whether there had been much traffic, and if the fire-engine had been out.

There is a fire-station within view of the windows, and the paper had a specially crushed appearance, as if the heavy engine ran over it.

However, though I felt certain that I could pick my scrap of paper out of a thousand scraps, the doctor insisted on making sure.