hair was braided or else it flew about, a tangled maze, according as I could be caught by some one and rubbed and straightened before I ran away for the day. My hands were little and strong and brown, and wrought much mischief. I came and went at my own pleasure. I ate what I pleased; I went to bed all in my own good time; I tramped wherever my stubborn little feet chose. I was impudent; I was contrary; I had an extremely bad temper; I was hard-hearted; I was full of infantile malice. Truly I was a vicious little beast.
I was a little piece of untrained Nature.
And I am unable to judge which is the more savagely forlorn: the starved-hearted child, or the woman, young and all alone.
The little wild stubborn child felt things and wanted things. She did not know that she felt things and wanted things.
