Little as she was, she was too big for it.
She was in a mood to torment herself that night and she lay awake to listen for that dread voice from across the woods.

She lay on her left side so they would have good luck next day.

She was greatly overwrought and when at last she did hear the sound, loud and heartless with its sudden beginning and sudden end, it startled and terrorized her as if it were indeed that gloomy, windowless equipage of the State Orphan Home, coming to take her away.
She pushed her little fingers into her ears so that she could not hear it.

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