“Your ankle?” gasped Sara, staring at Penny. “Have you hurt yourself again?”
“I managed to fall into the ravine a few minutes ago. Your grandfather saved me.”
Sara darted to the stove to get a pan of warm water. She stripped off Penny’s woolen stockings and examined the foot as she soaked it.
“I suppose this will put me on the shelf for another day or so,” Penny observed gloomily. “But I’m lucky I didn’t break my neck.”
“The ankle is swollen,” Sara said, “I’ll wrap it with a bandage and that may make it feel better.”
With a practiced hand she wound strips of gauze and adhesive tape about the ankle.
“There, how does it feel now?”
“Much better,” said Penny. “Thanks a lot. I—I feel rather mean to put your grandfather to so much trouble, especially after the way I’ve crossed him.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about Grandfather,” laughed Sara. “He likes you, Penny.”
“He likes me?”