Are your feet wet?
Have you a fever ?" He put his hand on her forehead, brushing back the dark, towsled hair.

He took her plump, work-roughened hand in his bigger and equally rough one.

"And this is why you were not to my party," he said.
"Yes; I hated to miss it, but father's rheumatism was so bad that he could not come out.

So it was up to me.

We haven't any too much water this summer.