"Walked rapidly." She smiled.
"Jane, you don't think the foot was a fake!" he protested.
"What's the difference? It's well now."
"What is she going to do?"
"She demands a cab. Billy ordered one from the village."
"I'd better go up to her, hadn't I?"
"As you like."
"After all, she is our guest."
"She was the one who forgot that, Jerry."
At that moment Miss Morton appeared, dressed for the train. She walked on to the veranda, entirely forgetful of the injured foot. Her face was very red indeed, her expression neither lily-like nor ecclesiastic.