She put her hands over her ears and felt sick and shivering.
"I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do," she kept saying.
"I can't bear it." Once she wondered if he would stop if she dared go to him and then she remembered how he had driven her out of the room and thought that perhaps the sight of her might make him worse.

Even when she pressed her hands more tightly over her ears she could not keep the awful sounds out.

She hated them so and was so terrified by them that suddenly they began to make her angry and she felt as if she should like to fly into a tantrum herself and frighten him as he was frightening her.

She was not used to any one's tempers but her own.
She took her hands from her ears and sprang up and stamped her foot.
"He ought to be stopped! Somebody ought to make him stop! Somebody ought to beat him!" she cried out.
Just then she heard feet almost running down the corridor and her door opened and the nurse came in.