world hasn't come just because I've sprained my ankle! Go and get some
bandages and hot water instead of squawking like a scared fowl."

Ann hurried forward anxiously, but Lady Susan nodded reassurance.

"Don't be alarmed, my dear. It's nothing serious. I slipped on the gangway,
coming off the steamer, and turned my ankle. That's all."

"And quite enough, too!" fumed Sir Philip, as, assisted by the chauffeur,
he lifted her with infinite care on to a couch. "Now, then, you clumsy
fool!" This to the unfortunate chauffeur, who had released his hold a
moment too soon, jarring the injured foot.

The man fled, pursued by his master's maledictions, and a few minutes
later, hot water and bandages being forthcoming, Ann busied herself in
tending the rapidly swelling ankle.

"What about a doctor? Don't you think you'd better have one?" asked Sir
Philip, fussing helplessly round and feeling as inadequate as most men in
similar circumstances. "You may have broken a small bone or something," he
added with concern.

"Doctor? Fiddlesticks!" returned Lady Susan. "Ann's all the doctor I want.
There's quite a professional touch about that bandage"--extending her foot
for him to see. "Thank goodness, most of our girls know how to give first
aid nowadays! Now, run along, Philip, and look after that harum-scarum
nephew of yours. I know you're aching to make sure he hasn't got into
mischief during your absence," she added with a touch of malice.

Sir Philip demurred a little, but finally went away, promising to look in