It seemed to me that she was eyeing me curiously, but I was mad enough at Fred to show him that I could be as cool as anybody, after I got used to it.

I hemmed, wiped the perspiration from my face--caused now more by the needle than by the heat--and remarked, sitting stiff as a ramrod and smiling like an angel: "June is my favorite month, Miss Smith--is it yours?
When I think of June I always think of strawberries and cream and ro-oh-oh-ses!" It was the needle.

I had forgotten in the excitement of the subject and had moved.
"_Is_ anything the matter ?" Miss Smith tenderly inquired.
"Nothing in the world, Miss Smith.

I had a stitch in my side, but it is over now." "Stitches are very painful," she observed, sympathizingly.

"I don't like to trouble you, Mr.Flutter, but I think, I believe, I guess you are sitting on my work.