It made the gentlemen in the other end of the room look around inquiringly.
A.O.was so mortified she could have cried.

Jimmy, feeling the instant change in her manner, and not able to account for it, grew self conscious and ill at ease.

The conversation flagged, and presently stopped for such a long time that the lady in black turned a slow glance in their direction.
Meanwhile, Mary Ware, up in the Domestic Science room, was anxiously watching a kettle which refused to come to the proper boiling point, where it could be safely left.

What was to be the last batch of her Christmas candy was in that kettle, for she had emptied the last pound of Mexican sugar into it.

If it wasn't cooked exactly right it would turn to sugar again when it was cold, and not be of the proper consistency to hold the nuts together.