The wild roses fluttered to the ground.

"Gosh!" came dolefully, "I'm all full of thorns.

Guess I'll have to pick 'em out with my teeth." "Oh!" Then she picked up the roses and laid them gingerly aside.

"You can't use your other hand, can you ?" "No.

Arm's broken." "Then--" she looked back toward Lost Wing, hunched on a stump, and Barry's heart sank.