She would not stay in bed, and could not sit up, so father had a chair made for her, in which she could recline comfortably.

Aunt Merce put her in it every morning, and took her out every evening.

My presence irritated her, so I visited her but seldom.

She said I looked so well, it hurt her, and wished me to keep out of her sight, begged me never to talk loud in the vicinity of her room, my voice was so breezy.

She amused herself in her own strange way.