Suppose we sit down here and rest a few minutes ?" Lois looked at him hesitatingly.
"Oh, sit down just a few minutes," he said, with a pleasant laugh.
They both seated themselves on the bank, and looked down into the field.
"It's pleasant here, isn't it ?" said Francis.
"Real pleasant." The young man looked kindly, although a little constrainedly, down into his companion's face.
"I hear you haven't been very well," said he.

"I hope you feel better since you came to Elliot ?" "Yes, thank you; I guess I do," replied Lois.
Francis still looked at her.

Her little face bent, faintly rosy, under her hat.

There was a grave pitifulness, like an old woman's, about her mouth, but her shoulders looked very young and slender.
"Suppose you take off your hat," said he, "and let the air come on your forehead.

I've got mine off; it's more comfortable.