"You must forgive me if I spoke irritably.

I have a racking headache." "She looks ill," said her brother, following Hester's figure with affectionate solicitude, as she passed the window a moment later.
"And yet she does next to nothing," said the hard-worked little wife, intercepting the glance.

"I always thought she wrote her stories in the morning.

I know she is never about if the Pratt girls call to see her before luncheon.

Yet when I ran up to her room yesterday morning to ask her to take Mary's music, as Fraeulein had the headache"-- (Mrs.Gresley always spoke of "the headache" and "the toothache")--"she was lying on her bed doing nothing at all." "She is very unaccountable," said Mr.Gresley.