"No—one is for me—and he said I could build it just the way I want, and furnish it—and have my own way about everything!"
"You'll feel strange, won't you—having your own way!" He almost growled, and tossed the checks at her:
"Take 'em!"
She went over to her desk and looked for her pen and sat down, dipping it in ink, and sat very still—and presently her head nodded—she caught herself, and sat up.
"I declare—I'm sleepy!" she said.
She dipped the pen again and her head nodded as she wrote.... "I don't know when I've been so sleepy." She reached for the blotter. He came over and took it from her and blotted the little paper carefully, looking down at her kindly.
"It's time you went to sleep," he said.
She looked up. "What do you suppose—is the matter—with me?"
He only smiled at her quietly.