Her appetite suddenly left her, and she laid down her knife and fork and leaned her head upon her hand.
"What's the matter ?" asked Pinky.
"Nothing," answered the girl; "only my head feels a little strangely.

It will pass off in a moment." "Riding in the cars, maybe," said Pinky.

"I always feel bad after being in the cars; it kind of stirs me up." Flora sat very quietly at the table, still resting her head upon her hands.

Pinky and the girl who had joined them exchanged looks of intelligence.

The former had drawn her veil partly aside, yet concealing as much as possible the bruises on her face.
"My! but you're battered!" exclaimed Miss Peter, in a whisper that was unheard by Flora.
Pinky only answered by a grimace.