Zilda worked at the handles of the machine; she was very large and strong, all her attitudes were statuesque.

The May day beamed on the flat spring landscape through which they were travelling; the beam found a perfect counterpart in the joy of Zilda's heart.
So she brought Gilby safely to the hotel and installed him in the best room there.

The sprain was a very bad one.

Gilby was obliged to lie there for a month.

Sometimes his friends came out from the town to see him, but not very often, and they did not stay long.