Colin was heaving with great breathless sobs.
"Perhaps he--he won't let me," she hesitated in a low voice.
Colin heard her, however, and he gasped out between two sobs: "Sh--show her! She--she'll see then!" It was a poor thin back to look at when it was bared.

Every rib could be counted and every joint of the spine, though Mistress Mary did not count them as she bent over and examined them with a solemn savage little face.

She looked so sour and old-fashioned that the nurse turned her head aside to hide the twitching of her mouth.

There was just a minute's silence, for even Colin tried to hold his breath while Mary looked up and down his spine, and down and up, as intently as if she had been the great doctor from London.
"There's not a single lump there!" she said at last.

"There's not a lump as big as a pin--except backbone lumps, and you can only feel them because you're thin.