Oh, poor Jim!"
"It IS horrible," said Peter, "but it's very exciting. I wish
Doctors weren't so stuck-up about who they'll have in the room when
they're doing things. I should most awfully like to see a leg set.
I believe the bones crunch like anything."
"Don't!" said the two girls at once.
"Rubbish!" said Peter. "How are you going to be Red Cross Nurses,
like you were talking of coming home, if you can't even stand
hearing me say about bones crunching? You'd have to HEAR them
crunch on the field of battle--and be steeped in gore up to the
elbows as likely as not, and--"
"Stop it!" cried Bobbie, with a white face; "you don't know how
funny you're making me feel."
"Me, too," said Phyllis, whose face was pink.
"Cowards!" said Peter.
"I'm not," said Bobbie. "I helped Mother with your rake-wounded
foot, and so did Phil--you know we did."
"Well, then!" said Peter. "Now look here. It would be a jolly good
thing for you if I were to talk to you every day for half an hour
about broken bones and people's insides, so as to get you used to
it."
A chair was moved above.
"Listen," said Peter, "that's the bone crunching."
"I do wish you wouldn't," said Phyllis.
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