experienced that funny feeling. While Robert held his breath till
his eyes bulged and till his face was crimson, and while he danced
about with his nose blacked, and while he held the cigarette in
his fingers and puffed smoke through his nose--while he did these
things Rosalie glanced at Lily (squealing) and felt that funny
feeling of being rather shy, uncomfortable, ashamed; something like
that; and blinked. Wonderful though Robert was, she felt somehow
rather glad when at last he went.

And just the same with Harold. At supper one night, Rosalie's father
not being present, Harold talked and talked and talked about a call
he had paid at the house of some ladies in Ashborough. Wonderful
Harold, to pay a call all by himself! It appeared that he had been
the only man there, and when Rosalie's mother said, "I wonder you
didn't feel shy, Harold," he said with a funny sort of "Haw" sound
in his voice, "Not in the least. Haw! Why on earth should I feel
shy? Haw." He had evidently very much entertained the party. The
more he talked about it the more Rosalie noticed the funny "Haw."
"They must have been very glad you came," Rosalie's mother said.

Harold put the first and second fingers of his right hand on his
collar and gave it a pull up. "I rather--haw--think they were,"
Harold said. "Haw."

Rosalie gave that blink.

Years afterwards, when she was grown up, a grown man boastfully
said something in her presence, and in a flash were recalled father
dissecting a herring, Robert holding his breath till he nearly burst,
Harold hitching up his collar and with the "haw" sound saying, "I