But her nights were yet restless and her nerves throbbing from the effects of past dissipations.

Often she would find herself unable to sleep and would go out into the moonlight when all others were in bed, and "prowl around with the cats," as she expressed it, until the wee hours of morning.

Often she told Patsy she wished there was more work she could do.

The drawings required by the paper never occupied her more than a couple of hours each day.
Sometimes she made one of her cleverest cartoons in fifteen or twenty minutes.
"Can't I do something else ?" she begged.

"Let me set type, or run the ticker--I can receive telegrams fairly well--or even write a column of local comment.