So intently did she look that he involuntarily turned his head, and the action recalled her to herself.

She brought her fine straight brows together for a moment, and then raised them with the action of a thinker who has decided on his course of conduct.
"I have a toothache," said she, putting her hand to her face.
"Take some laudanum," says Blunt, with dim recollections of his mother's treatment of such ailments.

"Old Pine'll give you some." To his astonishment she burst into tears.
"There--there! Don't cry, my dear.

Hang it, don't cry.

What are you crying about ?" She dashed away the bright drops, and raised her face with a rainy smile of trusting affection.