It's this looking at a thing lying on a bed alive and talking perhaps, one minute--and _gone out_ the next, that sets you asking yourself questions.

In these days a nurse seems to see nothing else day and night.

You can't make yourself believe they have gone far-- And when you keep hearing stories about them coming back--knocking on tables, writing on queer boards--just any way so that they can get at those they belong to--! Well, I shouldn't be sure myself that a comforting dream means that a girl's mind's giving away.

Of course a nurse is obliged to watch--But Lady Maureen found _something_--And she _was_ going mad and now she is as sane as I am." Dowie was vaguely supported because the woman was an intelligent person and knew her business thoroughly.

Nevertheless one must train one's eyes to observe everything without seeming to do so at all.
Every morning when the weather was fine Robin got up early and went out on the moor to say her prayers and listen to the skylarks singing.
"When I stand and turn my face up to the sky--and watch one going higher into heaven--and singing all the time without stopping," she said, "I feel as if the singing were carrying what I want to say with it.
Sometimes he goes so high that you can't see him any more-- He's not even a little speck in the highest sky-- Then I think perhaps he has gone in and taken my prayer with him.