She says she's afraid it's infernally she's hurt." A faint flicker came into Old Tom's eyes.
"I guess you mean internally, Nancy," he said dryly.

"She's hurt infernally, all right--plague take that autymobile!--but I don't guess Miss Polly'd be usin' that word, all the same." "Eh?
Well, I don't know, I don't know," moaned Nancy, with a shake of her head as she turned away.

"Seems as if I jest couldn't stand it till that doctor gits out o' there.

I wish I had a washin' ter do--the biggest washin' I ever see, I do, I do!" she wailed, wringing her hands helplessly.
Even after the doctor was gone, however, there seemed to be little that Nancy could tell Mr.Tom.There appeared to be no bones broken, and the cut was of slight consequence; but the doctor had looked very grave, had shaken his head slowly, and had said that time alone could tell.

After he had gone, Miss Polly had shown a face even whiter and more drawn looking than before.