"Matthew, I think I must have got a sun-stroke." Old Matthew pulled off his straw hat, and lifted himself slowly out of his chair.

All his movements were slow now.

Lionel had sat himself down on the settle, his head clasped by both hands, and his pale face turned to fiery red--as deep a crimson as Mrs.Verner's was habitually.
"A sun-stroke ?" echoed old Matthew, leaning on his stick, as he stood before him, attentively regarding Lionel.

"Ay, sir, for sure it looks like it.

Have you been standing still in the sun, this blazing day ?" "I have been standing in it without my hat," replied Lionel.