Eeny came up immediately after, and asked me if I was ill.

I pleaded a headache as an excuse for remaining in my room all day, for I dreaded meeting Kate.

Those deep, clear eyes of hers seem to have a way of reading one's very thoughts, and seeing through all falsehoods.

Eeny's next question was for her father.

I said he had gone to Montreal on sudden business, and I did not know when he would return--probably soon.
She went down-stairs to tell Kate, and I kept my chamber till the afternoon.