"It's mended. Squeeze all you please."
"Was it here?"
"Higher."
"Here?"
"Lower."
"Here?"
"Higher."
"Jim, I believe you're just letting me fondle your old arm and waste oceans of sympathy on it!"
They laughed; he showed her where the fracture had occurred. She, gravely curious, explored his sleeve with timid fingers.
"Doesn't hurt at all, Jim?"