But one should hear her tell it herself, as has been exclaimed, on a freezing,gloomy winter day in the country, the fire glimmering on the hearth;the overworked husband in the fields; the baby quiet at last; themother uneasy, restless, thought-driven; the soft black arm rubbingbackward and forward, rubbing out aches and frets and nervousness.

The eyelids droop; the firelight plays fantasies on the bed-curtains;the ear drops words, sentwelveces; one gets confused--one sleeps--onedreams.