"Put your finger on the knot, dear," said the freckled girl.
"Eh?" said Kipps; "I mean"
Both the young ladies became very intent on the knot, and Mr. Kipps was very red and very intent upon the two young ladies.
"Mortified, and had to be sawn off," said the maiden lady.
"Sawn off?" said the lodging-house keeper.
"Sawn right off," said the maiden lady, and jabbed at her mangled design.
"There," said the freckled girl, "I think that ought to do. You're sure it's not too tight?"
"Not a bit," said Kipps.
He met Miss Walshingham's eye, and smiled to show how little he cared for wounds and pain. "It's only a little cut," he added.
The maiden lady appeared as an addition to their group. "You should have washed the wound, dear," she said. "I was just telling Miss Collis." She peered through her glasses at the bandage. "That doesn't look quite right," she remarked critically. "You should have taken the ambulance classes. But I suppose it will have to do. Are you hurting?"
"Not a bit," said Kipps, and he smiled at them all with the air of a brave soldier in hospital.
"I'm sure it must hurt," said Miss Walshingham.
"Anyhow, you're a very good patient," said the girl with the freckles.
Mr. Kipps became quite pink. "I'm only sorry I
