How well Queenie looks in that soft light ! ' ` Dear little Goldilocks looks well everywhere . ' And with a backward glance full of pride and fondness , Mrs Jo went on . But that scene returned to her long afterward and her own prophetic words also . Number three was a tragical tableau at first sight ; and Mr Laurie stifled a laugh as he whispered ` The Wounded Knight ' , pointing to Tom with his head enveloped in a large handkerchief , as he knelt before Nan , who was extracting a thorn or splinter from the palm of his hand with great skill , to judge from the patient 's blissful expression of countenance . ` Do I hurt you ? ' she asked , turning the hand to the moonlight for a better view . ` Not a bit ; dig away ; I like it , ' answered Tom , regardless of his aching knees and the damage done to his best trousers . ' I wo n't keep you long . ' ` Hours , if you please . Never so happy as here . ' Quite unmoved by this tender remark , Nan put on a pair of large , round-eyed glasses , saying in a matter-of-fact tone : ` Now I see it . Only a splinter , and there it is . ` My hand is bleeding ; wo n't you bind it up ? ' asked Tom , wishing to prolong the situation . ` Nonsense ; suck it . Only take care of it tomorrow if you dissect . Do n't want any more blood-poisoning . ' ` That was the only time you were kind to me . Wish I 'd lost my arm . ' '
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