When people are cross," she continued, "it means one of two things.

Either their heads ache or they are unhappy.

You must be very unhappy.

I know all about it." The paralytic pencil wavered and came to a full stop.

"You like somebody, and so somebody has made you unhappy." But for the shame of it, Miss Quincey could have put her head down on the desk and cried as she had seen the Mad Hatter cry over her sums, and for the same reason; because she could not put two and two together.
And what Mrs.Moon saw, what Martha saw, what the Mad Hatter divined with her feverish, precocious brain, Rhoda Vivian could not fail to see.