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There
's
one
comfort
,
the
baby
is
well
and
happy
,
and
does
not
have
to
occupy
this
nursery
with
the
horrid
wall-paper
.
If
we
had
not
used
it
,
that
blessed
child
would
have
!
What
a
fortunate
escape
!
Why
,
I
would
n't
have
a
child
of
mine
,
an
impressionable
little
thing
,
live
in
such
a
room
for
worlds
.
I
never
thought
of
it
before
,
but
it
is
lucky
that
John
kept
me
here
after
all
,
I
can
stand
it
so
much
easier
than
a
baby
,
you
see
.
Of
course
I
never
mention
it
to
them
any
more
--
I
am
too
wise
--
but
I
keep
watch
of
it
all
the
same
.
There
are
things
in
that
paper
that
nobody
knows
but
me
,
or
ever
will
.
Behind
that
outside
pattern
the
dim
shapes
get
clearer
every
day
.
It
is
always
the
same
shape
,
only
very
numerous
.
And
it
is
like
a
woman
stooping
down
and
creeping
about
behind
that
pattern
.
I
do
n't
like
it
a
bit
.
I
wonder
--
I
begin
to
think
--
I
wish
John
would
take
me
away
from
here
!
*
*
*
It
is
so
hard
to
talk
with
John
about
my
case
,
because
he
is
so
wise
,
and
because
he
loves
me
so
.
