But who is going to hold up my wheel while you help me to get on it ?" "Oh, I will attend to all that," said I, and picking up her bicycle, I brought it to her.

She made a little step towards it, and then stopped.
"You mustn't do that," said I."I will put you on." And holding her bicycle upright with my left hand, I put my right arm around her and lifted her to the seat.

She was such a childlike, sensible young person that I did not think it necessary to ask any permission for this action, nor even to allude to its necessity.
"Now you might guide yourself with the handle-bar," I said.

"Please steer over to that tree where I have left my machine." I easily pushed her over to the tree, and when I had laid hold of my bicycle with my left hand, we slowly proceeded along the smooth road.
"I think you would better take your feet from the pedals," said I, "and put them on the coasters--the motion must hurt you.

It is better to have your injured foot raised, anyway, as that will keep the blood from running down into it and giving you more pain." She instantly adopted my suggestion, and presently said, "That is a great deal more pleasant, and I am sure it is better for my foot to keep it still.