But of course I know it must be getting better." "Good! What did I tell you?
Now let Daddy look." He lifted her foot up tenderly and examined it with care.

"My, my!" he murmured.

"You poor little soldier.

If I hadn't looked around that time I expect you'd been willing to walk all the way to Richmond on a foot that would make a whole regiment straggle.

Just see where you've cut it--right under the second little piggie.