'and oh , how she pitched herself into things she would draw pictures all day long for weeks on end , then throw out the pencils and never draw another thing then it was embroidery with her , she had to learn it , and she 'd make the most beautiful thing , fussing at herself for the least little mistake , then throw down the needles and be done with that forevermore i never saw a child so changeable it was as though she was looking for something , something to which she could give herself , and she never found it least ways not while she was a little girl .