"What leg story?"
"Old innocence; that amputation below the knee—you know."
"Wa'n't it below the knee?"
"Yes, but it was only the little toe."
"John," said Miles, "she cried when she looked for that wooden foot and only found a slightly flat wheel."
"That's just like 'em," said I. "Here Marie only expected a part of a hero, and we give her a whole man, and she kicks—that's gratitude for you."
"I got my hero all right, though," said Marie; "you told me a big fib just the same, but I could kiss you for it."
"Don't you do that," said I; "but if the Lord should send you many blessings, and any of 'em are boys, you might name one after me."
She said she'd do it—and she did.