“My golly!” blurted Sailor. “Whatsa matter? Yore ankle?”
For several moments Nan did not speak, while Sailor watched her anxiously. Hearing the crash of the dishes, Whispering and Larry came running out.
“I reckon her ankle hurt,” said Sailor.
“You prob’ly stepped on it!” snorted Whispering.
“Aw, I wasn’t near her. She⸺”
“It’s all right,” whispered Nan painfully. “Oh, I’m sorry about the dishes.”
“Shucks, that’s all right,” assured Whispering. “I’ll load up another bunch for yuh.”
Nan shook her head wearily.
“No, don’t do that, Whispering; I’m not hungry now.”
“I know how yuh feel,” he said. “I had a sprained leg once. Them pains shore do shoot through. You jist take it easy, and when yuh get hungry I’ll fix up a snack for yuh.”