1 Those muffins look so nice and hot.
2 I was always ill and tired and it was too hot.
3 She was imperious and Indian, and at the same time hot and sorrowful.
4 She began to feel hot and as contrary as she had ever felt in her life.
5 Everything is hot, and wet, and green after the rains in India, said Mary.
6 In India she had always felt hot and too languid to care much about anything.
7 After another week of rain the high arch of blue sky appeared again and the sun which poured down was quite hot.
8 It was a good long skip and she began slowly, but before she had gone half-way down the path she was so hot and breathless that she was obliged to stop.
9 In India she had always been too hot and languid and weak to care much about anything, but in this place she was beginning to care and to want to do new things.
10 She slept a long time, and when she awakened Mrs. Medlock had bought a lunchbasket at one of the stations and they had some chicken and cold beef and bread and butter and some hot tea.
11 One frightfully hot morning, when she was about nine years old, she awakened feeling very cross, and she became crosser still when she saw that the servant who stood by her bedside was not her Ayah.
12 In India skies were hot and blazing; this was of a deep cool blue which almost seemed to sparkle like the waters of some lovely bottomless lake, and here and there, high, high in the arched blueness floated small clouds of snow-white fleece.
13 It was an agreeable idea, easily carried out, and when the white cloth was spread upon the grass, with hot tea and buttered toast and crumpets, a delightfully hungry meal was eaten, and several birds on domestic errands paused to inquire what was going on and were led into investigating crumbs with great activity.