CHAPTER X
COURTSHIP AND CASTLE-BUILDING
There was a spare pair of crutches, it appeared; Zitli himself had made them, “in case!” he said with a shrug. If it was good to have one pair, it was better to have two; as now, for example, behold!
For next day, the ankle was so greatly better that Honor could keep still no longer, she declared. The crutches were brought, and fitted to a marvel; she hobbled about gayly, delighted to be in motion again. Never in her life had she been still for so long a time.
“Zitli, I’ll race you to the barn!” she cried.
Zitli kindled responsive; but Gretli vetoed the proposition with massive calm.
“With respect, nothing of the kind!
“‘He who goes slowly, goes safe and fair;
He who goes hastily goes to despair.’
It is a proverb, mademoiselle. Well I should look facing my Ladies and telling them that you had injured yourself again racing to the barn on crutches. Besides which, there are other ways of getting there.”