That was not pleasant to look on: it was on the inside of the right thigh.
‘How did you get hurt there?’ asked Merton.
The boy’s monotonous chant began again: his eyes were fixed and blank as before. ‘I fell off a tree, and my leg hit a branch on the way down.’
‘Curious accident,’ said Merton; ‘and None-so-pretty saw the mark?’
‘Yes.’
‘And asked you how you got it?’
‘Yes, and she saw blue marks on Batsy, all over her arms.’
‘And you told None-so-pretty that you fell off a tree?’
‘Yes.’
‘And she told you to come here?’