The day was hot, and the hall crowded; and John noticed, what he never did before, the close smell and confined air, and it made him uneasy.

When we are feeling with the nerves of some one else, we notice every roughness and inconvenience.

John thought he had never seen his school appear so little to advantage.

Yet Lillie was an image of patient endurance, trying to be pleased; and John thought her, as she sat and did nothing, more of a saint than Rose and Grace, who were laboriously sorting books, and gathering around them large classes of factory boys, to whom they talked with an exhausting devotedness.
When all was over, Lillie sat back on the carriage-cushions, and smelled at her gold vinaigrette.
"You are all worn out, dear," said John, tenderly.
"It's no matter," she said faintly.
"O Lillie darling! _does_ your head ache ?" "A little,--you know it was close in there.

I'm very sensitive to such things.