If anybody glanced in the direction of her head, she immediately began to fix her side-combs, or if they seemed to be noticing her dress, she felt her belt and looked down at herself to see if anything was wrong.

Half the time they were not looking at her at all, and not even giving her a thought.

And I've known her to agonize for days over some trifle, some remark she had made or some one had made to her, that every one but her had forgotten.

She developed into a dreadful bore, because she never could forget herself, and was always looking at her affairs through a magnifying-glass.
"Now if you should keep out of Rob's way after this, and act as if you had done something to be ashamed of, which you have not, don't you see that your very actions would remind him of what you want him to forget?
But if when you meet him you are your own bright, cheerful, friendly little self, this morning's scene will fade into a dim background." Only half-convinced, Mary nodded that she understood, but still proceeded to wipe her eyes at intervals.
"Then, there's another thing," continued Betty.

"If you sit and brood over your mortification, it will spread all over your sky like a black cloud, till it will seem bigger than any of the good times you have had.