They looked as if they were mailed all over with shirt buttons, each with a single red hole in the centre.

The pain was intolerable--no, would have been intolerable, but the pain of the presence of those ladies had been so much harder to bear that the pain of the wasps' stings was quite pleasant and enjoyable by comparison.
Jim never could enjoy wasps.

I remember once-- _From Susy's Biography of Me_ [1885-6].
Mamma has given me a very pleasant little newspaper scrap about papa, to copy.

I will put it in here.
[_Thursday, October 11, 1906._] It was a rather strong compliment; I think I will leave it out.

It was from James Redpath.
The chief ingredients of Redpath's make-up were honesty, sincerity, kindliness, and pluck.