I got pale and cold, and the perspiration broke out on my brow.

Was it for this I had fled from home and friends?
To become a partner in the hat-and-bonnet business, with a dreadful old maid, who wore blue spectacles and curled her false hair.

I shivered.
"Poor darling!" said she, "the boy is cold," and she wrapped me up in a big plaid shawl of her own.
The very touch of that shawl made me feel as if I had a thousand caterpillars crawling over me; yet I was too bashful to break loose from its folds.

I grew feverish.
"There," said she, "you are getting your color back." The more attention she paid to me the more homesick I grew.

I looked piteously in the conductor's face as he passed by.