You cheer up, Missie.

I lay a pound he ain't hurt, not to speak of." But he was.

The Doctor came and looked at the foot and bandaged it beautifully, and said that Peter must not put it to the ground for at least a week.
"He won't be lame, or have to wear crutches or a lump on his foot, will he ?" whispered Bobbie, breathlessly, at the door.
"My aunt! No!" said Dr.Forrest; "he'll be as nimble as ever on his pins in a fortnight.

Don't you worry, little Mother Goose." It was when Mother had gone to the gate with the Doctor to take his last instructions and Phyllis was filling the kettle for tea, that Peter and Bobbie found themselves alone.
"He says you won't be lame or anything," said Bobbie.
"Oh, course I shan't, silly," said Peter, very much relieved all the same.
"Oh, Peter, I AM so sorry," said Bobbie, after a pause.
"That's all right," said Peter, gruffly.
"It was ALL my fault," said Bobbie.
"Rot," said Peter.
"If we hadn't quarrelled, it wouldn't have happened.

I knew it was wrong to quarrel.