Oh, my wretched head; it feels as if it were stuffed with incandescent cotton-wool.' 'You must remember to keep your arms under the covers,' said Althea, as Miss Buchanan lifted her hands and pressed them to her brows.

'And let me plait your hair for you; it must be so hot and uncomfortable.' And now again, looking up at her while the friendly office was performed, Miss Buchanan said, 'How kind you are! too kind for words.

I can't think what I should have done without you.'.