Mrs.Harding likewise dropped her sewing, and jumped to her feet in alarm.
It did not take long to see how matters stood.
"Hurt ye much, Rachel ?" inquired Timothy.
"It's about killed me," groaned the afflicted maiden.

"Oh, I shall have to have my foot cut off, or be a cripple anyway." Then, turning upon Jack fiercely: "You careless, wicked, ungrateful boy, that I've been wearin' myself out knittin' for.

I'm almost sure you did it a purpose.
You won't be satisfied till you've got me out of the world, and then--then, perhaps"-- here Rachel began to whimper--"perhaps you'll get Tom Piper's aunt to knit your stockings." "I didn't mean to, Aunt Rachel," said Jack, penitently, eying his aunt, who was rocking to and fro in her chair.

"You know I didn't.

Besides, I hurt myself like thunder," rubbing himself vigorously.
"Served you right," said his aunt, still clasping her foot.
"Shan't I get something for you to put on it, Rachel ?" asked Mrs.
Harding.
But this Rachel steadily refused, and, after a few more postures indicating a great amount of anguish, limped out of the room, and ascended the stairs to her own apartment..