"He stopped a pair of runaway carriage-horses.

They had taken fright at a motor-lorry, and, when they bolted, the coachman was thrown from the box, so that it looked as if nothing could save the occupants of the carriage.

Miles flung himself at the horses' heads, and although, of course, he could not actually stop them single-handed, he so impeded their progress that a second man, who sprang forward to help, was able to bring them to a standstill." "How plucky of him!" exclaimed Sara warmly.

"You must be very proud of your nephew, Miss Lavinia!" "She is," interpolated Molly affectionately.

"Aren't you, dear Lavender Lady ?" Miss Lavinia smiled a trifle wistfully.
"Ah! My dear," she said sadly, "splendid things are done at such a cost, and when they are over we are apt to forget the splendour and remember only the heavy price.