"Is your arm improving?" asked Miss Hawkins.
"Yes, I think it is," said Bud, hastily crossing his right leg over his left, and trying to get his fists out of sight.
"Have you heard from Mr. Pearson?"
"No, I ha'n't," answered Bud, removing his right foot to the floor again, because it looked so big, and trying to push his left hand into his pocket.
"Beautiful sunshine, isn't it?" said Martha.
"Yes, 'tis," answered Bud, sticking his right foot up on the rung of the chair and putting his right hand behind him.
"This snow looks like the snow we have at the East," said Martha. "It snowed that way the time I was to Bosting."
"Did it?" said Bud, not thinking of the snow at all nor of Boston, but thinking how much better he would have appeared had he left his arms and legs at home.
"I suppose Mr. Hartsook rode your horse to Lewisburg?"
"Yes, he did;" and Bud hung both hands at his side.