I don't know--how I did it.

It twisted right round--and oh, it does hurt, I--I--I can't help--being silly!" "All right, kiddie, all right!" said Piers.

"It was one of those confounded rabbit-holes.

There! You'll be better in a minute.

Got a handkerchief, what?
Oh, never mind! Take mine!" He pulled it out and dried her eyes as tenderly as if he had been a woman; then raised his head abruptly and spoke to Avery.
"I expect it's a sprain.