"Why do you tie up the heel?" queried Mrs. Henderson. "I should think
it much better to secure it in front." But he didn't understand, and
the rest were quite a good bit in advance, and hating to give trouble,
she went on, the stocking heel sticking out a few inches. But she kept
it on her foot, so that might be called a success.
The little Widow Gray was not going over the _Mauvais Pas_,
neither was Mrs. Selwyn, as she had traversed it twice before. So, on
reaching the other side, they were just about bidding good-by to the
others, when, without a bit of warning, the parson's wife, in turning
around, fell flat, and disappeared to the view of some of them behind a
boulder of ice.
All was confusion in an instant. The guides rushed--everybody rushed
--pellmell to the rescue; Tom's long legs, as usual, getting him there
first. There she was in a heap, in a depression of ice and snow and
water.
"I'm all right, except"--and she couldn't help a grimace of pain--"my
foot."
The little doctor swept them all to one side, as they seated her on one
of the boulders of ice. "Humph! I should think likely," at sight of the
tied-up stocking heel. "You stepped on that, and it flung you straight
as a die and turned your foot completely over."
"Yes," said Mrs. Henderson. Then she saw the guide who had tied the
stocking looking on with a face of great concern. "Oh, don't say
anything, it makes him feel badly," she mumbled, wishing her foot
wouldn't ache so.
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