He laid the bag on the table, and looked anxiously at his wife.

"How do you feel now ?" said he.
"I feel well enough," said she.

Her reply sounded ill-humored, but she did not intend it to be so.

She was far from being ill-humored.
She was thinking of her husband's kindness in bringing the peaches.
But she looked at the paper bag on the table sharply.

"If there is a soft peach in that bag," said she, "and there's likely to be, it will stain the table-cover, and I can never get it out." Harry hastily removed the paper bag from the table, which was covered with a white linen spread trimmed with lace and embroidered.
"Don't you feel as if you could eat one to-night?
You didn't eat much supper, and I thought maybe--" "I don't believe I can to-night, but I shall like them to-morrow," replied Mrs.Edgham, in a voice soft with apology.