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The color is hideous enough, and unreliable enough, and infuriating enough, but the pattern is torturing

You think you have , it turns a back-somersault and there you are It slaps you in the face, knocks you down, and tramples upon you It is like a bad drea one of a fungus If you can i of toadstools, budding and sprouting in endless convolutions--why, that is so like it

That is, sometimes!

There is onenobody seees as the light changes

When the sun shoots in through the east --I alatch for that first long, straight ray--it changes so quickly that I never can quite believe it

That is why I watch it always

By ht when there is a ht in any kind of light, in twilight, candle light, laht, it becomes bars! The outside pattern I mean, and the woman behind it is as plain as can be

I didn't realize for a long ti was that showed behind, that dim sub-pattern, but now I aht she is subdued, quiet I fancy it is the pattern that keeps her so still It is so puzzling It keeps me quiet by the hour

I lie down ever so ood for me, and to sleep all I can

Indeed he started the habit byme lie down for an hour after each meal

It is a very bad habit I am convinced, for you see I don't sleep

And that cultivates deceit, for I don't tell the a little afraid of John

He seems very queer sometimes, and even Jennie has an inexplicable look

It strikes me occasionally, just as a scientific hypothesis,--that perhaps it is the paper!

I have watched John when he did not knoas looking, and come into the rooht hiht Jennie with her hand on it once

She didn't knoas in the room, and when I asked her in a quiet, a very quiet voice, with thewith the paper--she turned around as if she had been caught stealing, and looked quite angry--asked hten her so!