He sat like a rock, his great, red, imperturbable face of dissent fixed straight ahead.

Mrs.
Lloyd clapped wildly, on account of the girl who had read the valedictory.

She had slept through the greater part of it, for it was very warm, and the heat always made her drowsy.

She kept leaning towards Cynthia as she clapped, and asking in a loud whisper if she wasn't sweet.

Cynthia did not applaud, but her delicate face was pale with emotion.