Hetty saw them and jumped up in a fright, but too late to save herself from being hurt.

She was flung down upon the road, though the coachman pulled up in time to prevent the wheels passing over her.
Poor Hetty gave one scream and then nothing more was heard from her.

The footman got down and looked at her, and then he went and told the lady in the carriage that he feared the child was badly hurt.
"Oh dear!" said the lady, "what brought her under the horses' feet?
Can you not pick her up ?" The footman went back to Hetty and tried to lift her in his arms, but she uttered such pitiful screams at being touched that he was obliged to lay her down again.
Then the lady, who was Mrs.Rushton, got out and looked at her.
"You must put her in the carriage," she said, "and drive back to the village.

I suppose she belongs to some of the people there." "I know her, ma'am," said the footman; "she is Mrs.Kane's little girl,--little Hetty Gray." Mrs.Rushton got into the carriage again and held the child on her lap while they were being driven back to the village to Mrs.Kane's cottage door.

It was quite a new sensation to the whimsical lady of fashion to hold a suffering child in her arms, and she was surprised to find that, in spite of her first feelings of impatience at being stopped on the road, she rather liked it.