"Don't touch my arm, please don't touch my arm; I'm sure it's broke." "No, no, it's not broke, only sprained, or a little twisted," said she; and, seizing it as she spoke, she gave it a pull and a wrench, for the purpose of making it all right again; at this Charlie's face turned deathly pale, and he fainted outright.
"Run for a doctor," cried the now thoroughly-alarmed Caddy; "run for the doctor! my brother's dead!" and bursting into tears, she exclaimed, "Oh, I've killed my brother, I've killed my brother!" "Don't make so much fuss, child," soothingly replied one of the old women: "he's worth half a dozen dead folk yet.

Lor bless you, child, he's only fainted." Water was procured and thrown in his face, and before Kinch returned with the doctor, he was quite restored to consciousness.
"Don't cry, my little man," said the physician, as he took out his knife and ripped up the sleeve of Charlie's coat.

"Don't cry; let me examine your arm." Stripping up the shirt-sleeve, he felt it carefully over, and shaking his head (physicians always shake their heads) pronounced the arm broken, and that, too, in an extremely bad place.

At this information Charlie began again to cry, and Caddy broke forth into such yells of despair as almost to drive them distracted.
The physician kindly procured a carriage, and saw Charlie comfortably placed therein; and held in the arms of Kinch, with the lamenting and disheartened Caddy on the opposite seat, he was slowly driven home.

The house was quite thrown into confusion by their arrival under such circumstances; Mrs.Ellis, for a wonder, did not faint, but proceeded at once to do what was necessary.