How can he love me?
I am nothing--no good for anything! Alan calls him a 'run-up kid, all legs and wings.' Sometimes I hate Alan; he's conventional and stodgy--the funny thing is that he admires Sheila.
She'll wake him up; she'll stick pins into him.

No, I don't want Alan hurt--I want every one in the world to be happy, happy--as I am....
The next day was the thunder-storm.

I never saw lightning so near--and didn't care a bit.

If he were struck I knew I should be; that made it all right.

When you love, you don't care, if only the something must happen to you both.