I am ashamed of myself to give way to a little thing like a bullet scratch." "That's because you're out of practice.

You haven't been shot since last summer," said Emma Dean soothingly.

"You won't mind it at all after you have been shot again a few times." Grace laughed so merrily that, for the moment, she forgot the pain of her wound.
"Emma Dean, you are a regular tonic.

I thank you.

Now I am all right.
Where is Hippy ?" she questioned, gazing about her.
"Hippy!" wailed Nora Wingate.