I got a whack on it and it sort of hurts when I bend it." "Why didn't you get it rubbed, you silly chump.

Let's see it." "Oh, it's nothing.

It'll be all right tomorrow." "Let--me--see--it!" commanded Amy sternly.

"Well, I'd say you did whack it! Stretch out there and I'll rub it.

Oh, shut up! I've rubbed more knees than--than a centipede ever saw! Besides, it won't do to have you laid up, Clint, old scout.