I was pretty bad after the meds.

had been doing their carving.

I can tell you I welcomed the morphia! But I don't need it so often now, and my leg's going on splendidly.

It'll be a first-rate job when it's finished.

Old Jackson promises to have me out of bed on crutches before so long!" "Crutches!" gasped Winona, in alarm.
"Why, just at first, of course!" "We hope he won't need to use them for long," said Aunt Harriet.