"He'd a-liked so much to hear you tell all about it, Joe." As she spoke she was pouring boiling water into a little teapot.
But Chandler said nothing, and she turned and glanced at him.

"Why, you do look bad!" she exclaimed.
And, indeed, the young fellow did look bad--very bad indeed.
"I can't help it," he said, with a kind of gasp.

"It was your saying that about my telling you all about it that made me turn queer.

You see, this time I was one of the first there, and it fairly turned me sick--that it did.

Oh, it was too awful, Mrs.
Bunting! Don't talk of it." He began gulping down the hot tea before it was well made.
She looked at him with sympathetic interest.