I feel ashamed now to recall how miserable I was at night, and yet I know I could not help it.

In old times I had always been accustomed to be watched to sleep by Ayah.

After I came to Aunt Theresa, I slept in the same room with one or more of the other children.

At The Vine, for the first time, I slept alone.
This was not all.

It was not merely the being alone in the dark which frightened me.