And the sprained ankle?
It must be well, as I noticed you danced beautifully." "I am compelled to believe what the girls say--that you are inclined to the language of compliment.

My ankle is nearly well, thank you.
It hurts a little now and then." "Speaking of your accident reminds me of the day it happened," said Alfred, watching her closely.

He desired to tease her a little, but he was not sure of his ground.

"I had been all day in the woods with nothing but my thoughts--mostly unhappy ones--for company.

When I met you I pretended to be surprised.