"Did you oversleep ?" she asked.
"Yes.

I don't feel very well this morning," he said.

He pulled his chair close to the table and sat there staring.
She renewed her sweeping in the parlour.

When she returned he sat still staring undeviatingly at nothing.
"Why don't you eat your breakfast ?" she said anxiously.
"I tell you, mother, I don't feel very well this morning," he answered quite sharply.
"Well," she said meekly, "drink some coffee and you'll feel better." Afterward he took his painting machinery and left the house.

His younger sister was at the well.