“Polly Milton can run everything into the ground!” and the tone was exasperation itself. “I come purty near havin' to send for you yesterday, but I managed to get 'er out.”
“Out of what?”
“The clothes-wringer. She caught her stomach fast between the rollers and nearly took a piece out of it. Nobody wanted her to turn it but she would do it.”
“Well, what has she done today?” asked the doctor, getting impatient.
“I'm plum ashamed to tell ye. She was a-playin' leap-frog.”
“Good! I'd like to play it myself once more.”
“I thought you'd be scandalized. Some of the girls come over to see 'er and the first thing I knowed they was out in the yard playin' leap-frog like a passel o' boys.”
“That's good for 'em,” announced the doctor.
“It wasn't very good for Polly.”
“The shoulder is probably dislocated. I'll be out in a little while and we'll soon fix it.”