"B—but y—you s—s—said your l—l—leg hurt," objected Harry.
"Well, so it did," Sally replied; "but it's my foot that's broken."
"Your f—f—foot b—b—broken!" said Horry in astonishment. "H—h—how c—can a f—f—foot b—be b—b—broken? D—d—does it w—work ar—r—round?"
"Not now, for it's all done up stiff in bandages."
Horry was not allowed to pursue his inquiries, for the maid was at the door again, announcing Richard Torrington. Sally sat up straighter, and her cheeks were flushed and her eyes rather bright. The twins eyed her with suspicion.
As they passed down the broad stairs Harry nudged Horry again.
"S—S—S—al—l—ly's s—stuck on D—D—Dick," he whispered.
"S—s—sing it," said Horry, chuckling.
"W—w—won't d—do it," replied Harry indignantly. His indignation rose at every step. "Y—you r—r—rotten b—bum, y—you! W—w—wanted t—to m—m—make m—me m—m—make a f—f—" The front door banged behind the twins, and Sally heard no more.
She had heard Harry's whispered remark and had glanced fearfully at Dick. He seemed unconscious, and a great joy surged in Sally's heart.