"Not a serious injury that I know of," said Mrs. Parlin, passing her
hand across her forehead, and trying to remember. "No, I think Prudy has
never had a _bad_ fall, though she is always meeting with slight
accidents."

"O, mamma," said Susy, who had begged to stay in the room, "she did have
a fall: don't you know, Christmas day, ever so long ago, how she went
rolling down stairs with her little chair in her arms, and woke
everybody up?"

The doctor caught at Susy's words.

"With her little chair in her arms, my dear? And did she cry as if she
was hurt?"

"Yes, sir; she said the _prongs_ of the chair stuck into her side."

"It hurt me dreffully," said Prudy, who had until now forgotten all
about it. "Susy spoke so quick, and said I was a little snail; and then
I rolled over and over, and down I went."

The doctor almost smiled at these words, lisped out in such a plaintive
voice, as if Prudy could not think of that fall even now, without
pitying herself very much.

"Just let me see you stand up, little daughter," said he; for Prudy was
lying on the sofa.

But it hurt her to bear her weight on her feet.