"Do you think he would like you to
behave like this?"
"I sure am on the blink," she sighed, as she settled back wearily
upon the pillow.
"You'll be all right soon," Douglas answered, cheerily. "Mandy
and I will help the time to go."
"I recollect now," Polly faltered, without hearing him. "It was
the last hoop. Jim seemed to have a hunch I was goin' to be in
for trouble when I went into the ring. Bingo must a felt it,
too. He kept a-pullin' and a-jerkin' from the start. I got
myself together to make the last jump an'--I can't remember no
more." Her head drooped and her eyes closed.
"I wouldn't try just now if I were you," Douglas answered
tenderly.
"It's my WHEEL, ain't it?" Polly questioned, after a pause.
"Yoah what, chile?" Mandy exclaimed, as she turned from the
table, where she had been rolling up the unused bandages left
from the doctor's call the night before.
"I say it's my creeper, my paddle," Polly explained, trying to
locate a few of her many pains. "Gee, but that hurts!" She tried
to bend her ankle. "Is it punctured?"
"Only sprained," Douglas answered, striving to control his
amusement at the expression on Mandy's puzzled face. "Better not
talk any more about it."
"Ain't anything the matter with my tongue, is there?" she asked,
turning her head to one side and studying him quizzically.
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