I’ve got a rope up here that even Jennie did not find. If that woman
does get out, and tries to get away, I can tie her!
But I forgot I could not reach far without anything to stand on!
This bed will not move!
I tried to lift and push it until I was lame, and then I got so angry I
bit off a little piece at one corner—but it hurt my teeth.
Then I peeled off all the paper I could reach standing on the floor. It
sticks horribly and the pattern just enjoys it! All those strangled
heads and bulbous eyes and waddling fungus growths just shriek with
derision!
I am getting angry enough to do something desperate. To jump out of the
window would be admirable exercise, but the bars are too strong even to
try.
Besides I wouldn’t do it. Of course not. I know well enough that a step
like that is improper and might be misconstrued.
I don’t like to look out of the windows even—there are so many of those
creeping women, and they creep so fast.