“Feel better, Mas’ Don?”
“Yes, much.”
“So ’m I. If it wasn’t for the hole in my shoulder, and it being so stiff, I shouldn’t be long before I was all right.”
“Does it pain you very much?”
“Come, that’s better, Mas’ Don,” said Jem.
“Better?”
“Yes; you’re looking up again, and taking a bit o’ interest in things. You quite frightened me, you seemed so down. My shoulder? Well, it do give it me pretty tidy. I thought I should have had to squeal when I was washing just now. But my legs are all right, Mas’ Don. How’s yourn?”
“My legs?”
“Yes. How soon shall we be ready to cut away?”
“Hush!”