A friend's eyes tell us many things which could never be spoken by the tongue.
George, likewise, looked awkward and confused, as stout and healthy boys are accustomed to do in the society of the sick or afflicted.

Never having felt pain or sorrow, they are abashed, from not knowing how to sympathize with the sufferings of others.
"Well, my dear Edward," inquired Mrs.Temple, "is Your chair quite comfortable?
and has your little nurse provided for all your wants?
If so, your father is ready to begin his stories." "O, I am very well now," answered Edward, with a faint smile.

"And my ears have not forsaken me, though my eyes are good for nothing.

So pray, dear father, begin." It was Mr.Temple's design to tell the children a series of true stories, the incidents of which should be taken from the childhood and early life of eminent people.

Thus he hoped to bring George, and Edward, and Emily into closer acquaintance with the famous persons who have lived in other times by showing that they also had been children once.