"Oh, please go away!" she cried in English.

"I--I don't want any help.

I'm only looking for crabs." He paid no attention whatever to her gesture or to her words.

Only, reaching her, he bowed very low, beginning with some formality, "_Mais, mademoiselle; permettez-moi, je vous prie_," and ending in tones of quick compassion, "_Ah, pauvre petite! Pauvre petite_!" Before she knew his intention he was on his knees before her, and had taken the cut foot very gently into his hands.
Chris leaned back, clinging to the boulder.

The sunlight danced giddily in her eyes.