A retrospective account at that time showed she was uncertain about the Observation Pavilion, that she was not certain how she came to Ward’s Island, “On a boat, I believe.” It was clear that she did not remember the admission ward, about the Institute ward (in which she had been for the first two and a half months and in which she was again examined); she said it was familiar to her, but she was not certain that she had been in it. About the physician who saw most of her in these first two and a half months, she said that his voice seemed familiar, and she asked him whether he had tube-fed her (she had been tube-fed by him many times), but she again said, “No, you are not the one,” and described as the man who had fed her the one who did it on the second ward where she was for a year. But she knew that she had been sent to the second ward, because she constantly tried to injure herself. These injuries she recalled but was unable to say why she attempted them, “I suppose I didn’t know what I was doing.” She claimed she heard voices and had “all sorts” of imaginations, but could not be gotten to tell about them. When it was difficult for her to give an answer, she was apt to keep silent and then could be prodded without much success. In _October_, 1915, there was further improvement, inasmuch as she began to converse some with other patients, played the piano and seemed able to carry a piece through. She was put in the occupation class and did quite well. At the interview with the physician she was still apt to laugh boisterously at slight provocation. Even now she had great difficulty in describing her condition and at the examination was often still quite vague. Thus, when asked how she felt, she said, “I do know I feel ridiculous--sometimes I feel kind of angry--I don’t know--they say I am crazy but I am not, but I am hungry--I don’t know whether I am or not, I don’t know what I can do well,” etc. This is quite characteristic. When asked whether she was worried, she said: “I don’t know, am I worried?--yes, a little sometimes, I am to-day--I am so untidy--don’t know what is the matter with me.” Again: “Sometimes I lose my speech--I can’t say what I feel, I don’t know what it was.” Later, half to herself: “I don’t know what is the matter with me--I don’t care anyway.”