He's walkin' with a crutch." "Crutch!" cried Columbine, in dismay.
"Yes, crutch, an' he made it himself....

I don't see him nowheres.

Mebbe he went in when he see you comin'.

For he's powerful sensitive about that crutch." "Then--if he's so--so sensitive, perhaps I'd better go," said Columbine, struggling with embarrassment and discomfiture.

What if she happened to meet him! Would he imagine her purpose in coming there?
Her heart began to beat unwontedly.
"Suit yourself, lass," replied Mrs.Andrews, kindly.