Then he put his hand on her little moist curly head.

Lois' hair was not thick, but it curled softly.

"Why, you poor little girl," said he; "don't cry so;" and his voice was full of embarrassed tenderness.
Lois sobbed harder.
"Now, see here," said Francis.

"I haven't known you more than an hour, and I don't know what the matter is, and I don't know but you'll think I'm officious, but I'll do anything in the world to help you, if you'll only tell me." Lois shook off his hand and sat up.

"It isn't anything," said she, catching her breath, and setting her tear-stained face defiantly ahead.
"Don't you feel well ?" Lois nodded vaguely, keeping her quivering mouth firmly set.