They got her into the room on the ground floor, which had been prepared for her. "I suppose this was the most convenient place to put me," she said, "and so you put me in it. Put me where you please, only I do hope you haven't beetles. It makes me very nervous to hear 'em chipping about all night, and when I'm nervous, I don't sleep, and when I don't sleep, I just can't help lying awake. It's a way I've got. I caught it from my husband when he was a baby. He'd wake up and give it to me." Susan went out with Jane to get her some supper. "I never thought much about Katie Croft," she said, "but I never doubted she had a hard time." "Yes," said Jane, "and one of the nicest things in this world is to be able to give some one who's had a hard time a rest." "Wouldn't it be dreadful if she died, though, while she was here?" "Who? Old Mrs. Croft?" "Oh, no, she won't ever die. I meant Katie. Everybody says she's going to run away, but if she don't do that and dies, we'll be just as badly off as if she did it." "Oh, Auntie!" "Well, Jane, we'd have to keep old Mrs. Croft till she died." "I guess there's not much chance of that," Jane said; "she won't die. She has come here to do us good and to receive good herself, that's all." Susan looked appalled. "Surely you don't expect to sunshine _her_ up, do you?" "Yes, I do." Then Susan looked amazed. "Well, I never did! I thought she was just here to do us good. I--" Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a piercing shriek. Jane flew. "I'm so happy I just had to let it out," Mrs. Croft announced. "I can't hold in joy or sorrow. Sorrow I let out in the low of my voice--like a cow, you know--but joy I let rise to the skies. You'll hear to-night." Jane looked at her and smiled. She looked like a story-book witch in a nice, white, modern bed. "I thought that perhaps you wanted something," she said, turning to leave the room again. "No, indeed, I never want anything. I ain't by no means so bad off as is give out." "I guessed as much. You can make a fresh start now, and we shan't remind you of the past." "Oh, then I'm coming to the table," exclaimed Mrs. Croft, "and I'm going to be helped like a Christian and feed myself like a human being. This being put to bed and just all but tied there with a rope isn't going to go on much longer, I can tell you." "Don't speak of it at all," said Jane; "you just do what you please here, and we'll let you. I'm going to get you your supper now."