The old lady herself, however, scouted the idea that she had been in the least injured and did not like to have us show any solicitude about her.
The following year, as haying drew to a close, we young folks waited curiously to see whether she would speak of going out to lay the last load.

Not a word came from her; but I think it was less because she felt unable to go than it was that she feared we would refer to her mishap of the previous summer..