If Anna had not been in her bedroom all the evening, where had she been?
she thought anxiously.
And when, a second later, she opened the schoolroom door and saw Anna sitting at the table facing her, her books spread out before her, her head bent low over them, she really wondered for the moment whether she was mad or dreaming.

Betty was in her big chair, just as she had left her, her book in her hand, but she was glancing beyond it at Anna more than at the pages, and her face was full of grave perplexity.
"Anna has such a cough," she said, when Kitty appeared, "and she can't breathe, and her face is so red.

I'm sure she has got a bad cold." Anna was certainly very flushed, and she held her handkerchief up to her face a good deal.
"Have you a cold ?" asked Kitty.

She could not control her feelings sufficiently to speak quite naturally, and her voice sounded unsympathetic.

She was vexed, and puzzled, and full of fears as to what might be to come.