It was fine-pointed and far-reaching.

A number looked around.

It was as expressive as a whole sentence, and, being as concentrated, was fairly explosive with meaning.
"H'm, ain't you pretty?
Ain't you dreadful pretty, little dolly-pinky-rosy.

H'm, teacher's partial.

Ain't you pretty?
Ain't you stuck up?
H'm." Ellen, not being used to the school vernacular, did not fairly apprehend all this, and least of all that it was directed towards herself.