When I asked her if she had hurt herself, she spoke to me without the slightest embarrassment or hesitation.
"I twisted my foot in some way," she said, "and I do not know what I am going to do.

It hurts me to make a step, and I am sure I cannot work my wheel." "Have you far to go ?" I asked.
"I live about two miles from here," she answered.

"I do not think I have sprained my ankle, but it hurts.

Perhaps, however, if I rest for a little while I may be able to walk." "I would not try to do that," said I."Whatever has happened to your foot or ankle, you would certainly make it very much worse by walking such a distance.

Perhaps I can ride on and get you a conveyance ?" "You would have to go a long way to get one," she answered.