"What are you doing? You're rolling me over like a log!" protested Joyce. "Do stop!"
"No, I shan't. Let me pull out your tongue. It's to get the water from your mouth," insisted Ruth. "It's no use working your arms when your air passages are choked."
"But I wasn't drowning! I have a broken leg!"
"Then why couldn't you tell me so at first? I thought you were one of those who were supposed to be fished out of the river!"
"I've grown quite clever at pretending fits," said Alison. "I only bargain that they stick my own pocket-handkerchief between my teeth."
"My speciality is a sprained ankle," said Dorothy. "I can hold my foot quite limp and let it waggle."
"It was you who talked when you had a broken jaw, and that's a sheer impossibility," said Annie Gray.
"Well! Who sneezed when we were trying treatment for bleeding from the nose?"
"I couldn't help that; it was a 'physical disability'."
"It's our turn to revive fainting. Who'll do an elegant swoon? Alison, will you?"