“Does your ankle hurt?”
“Yes—an’ my knees an’ all up me. I jus’ can’t walk. I’m took too ill to walk.”
She looked round anxiously.
“Oh, what are we going to do? It’s a quarter of a mile home!”
At that moment there appeared the figure of a tall young man. He drew nearer and raised his hat.
“Anything wrong, Miss Brown?” he said, blushing deeply.
“Just look at William!” said Ethel, pointing dramatically at the small figure seated comfortably in the dust of the road. “He says he can’t walk, and goodness knows what we’re going to do.”
The young man bent over William, but avoided meeting his eyes.
“You feeling ill, my little man?” he said cheerfully.
“Huh!” snorted William. “That’s a nice thing for you to ask when you know you told me——”