"Peter was pulling at it, so was Bobbie, and she let go and he went over." "Stop that noise, Peter," said Mother.

"Come.

Stop at once." Peter used up what breath he had left in a last squeal and stopped.
"Now," said Mother, "are you hurt ?" "If he was really hurt, he wouldn't make such a fuss," said Bobbie, still trembling with fury; "he's not a coward!" "I think my foot's broken off, that's all," said Peter, huffily, and sat up.

Then he turned quite white.

Mother put her arm round him.
"He IS hurt," she said; "he's fainted.