How could she be cheerful, poor girl, when her feet were sore and her head was aching, and she wished that she were dead, almost?
"Yes," answered Leonard, "I will say that I admire your pluck.

I should not have thought it possible for any young lady to have gone through the last two months, and 'come out smiling' at the end of them." "Oh, I am quite happy.

Don't trouble about me," she said, laughing as merrily as though there were no such things as sore feet and headaches in the world.
"Are you ?" said Leonard, "then I envy you, that is all.

Here comes old Soa, and Otter after her.

I wonder what is the matter now.