I don't believe you have ached half so much as I have, though it sounds worse to break legs than to sprain your back," protested Jill, eager to prove herself the greater sufferer, as invalids are apt to be.
"I guess you wouldn't think so if you'd been pulled round as I was when they set my leg.

Caesar, how it did hurt!" and Jack squirmed at the recollection of it.
"You didn't faint away as I did when the doctor was finding out if my _vertebrums_ were hurt, so now!" cried Jill, bound to carry her point, though not at all clear what vertebrae were.
"Pooh! Girls always faint.

Men are braver, and I didn't faint a bit in spite of all that horrid agony." "You howled; Frank told me so.

Doctor said _I_ was a brave girl, so you needn't brag, for you'll have to go on a crutch for a while.

I know that." "You may have to use two of them for years, may be.