Her good arm felt strange and lonely for the familiar little body.

She kept putting it out in a panic during her sleep because she missed the baby.
In the morning Simmons, Lady Anne's maid, came to help her dress.

It was very difficult, Mary found, to do things for one's self with a broken arm.

Her head ached because of the disturbed sleep and the pain of the broken limb.

Simmons had come to her in a somewhat hostile frame of mind.