Can you manage, or shall I come down?
I'll come if you're hurt." "I've twisted my foot.

It's all right, now you're come," said the little man bravely; and slid the rope round himself in the most business-like way.
"The grass was slipper--" he began, as soon as his feet touched firm earth: and with that he broke down and fell to sobbing in Taffy's arms.
Taffy carried him--a featherweight--to the cottage where Lizzie stood by her table washing up.

She saw them at the gate and came running out.
"It's all right.

He slipped--out on the cliff.

Nothing more than a scratch or two, and perhaps a sprained ankle." He watched while she set Joey in a chair and began to pull off his stockings.