"Why, she couldn't find you, I guess; and she thought you was killed. But you ain't, be you?"
"Only my foot and ankle hurt," said Daisy, smiling; "and I am doing very well now."
"And was you broke anywheres?"
"My ankle was broken."
"I declare! And you couldn't be took home?"
"No."
"So the folks said; only they said that young soldier had killed you. I hope he got hurted himself."
"Why Mrs. Harbonner, he did not do it. It was an accident. It wasn't anybody's fault."
"It wouldn't ha' happened if I had been there, I can tell you!" said Hephzibah's mother. "I don't think much of a man if he ain't up to taking care of a woman; and a child above all. Now how long are you goin' to be in this fix?"
"I don't know. I suppose I shall have to lie still for four or five weeks more, before my foot is well."