I was talking so fast that I didn't notice it; but I expect it is the heat.

Do sit down on the grass and rest a bit; it is quite dry; and I'll fan you with a big dock leaf." "I'm all right," replied Christopher, trying to laugh, and succeeding but indifferently.
"But I'm sure you are not, you are so pale; you look just as you looked the day that I tumbled off the rick--do you remember it ?--and you took me into Mrs.Bateson's to have my head bound up.

She said you'd got a touch of the sun, and I'm afraid you've got one now." "Yes, I remember it well enough; but I'm all right now, Betty.

Don't worry about me." "But I do worry when you're ill; I always did.

Don't you remember that when you had measles and I wasn't allowed to see you, I cried myself to sleep for three nights running, because I thought you were going to die, and that everything would be vile without you?
And then I had a prayer-meeting about you in Mrs.Bateson's parlour, and I wrote the hymns for it myself.