One of the horses had reared, and his front hoof almost touched me as I snatched up Flossie.

I suppose it was a risky thing to do, for I never liked the remembrance afterwards, and I do not believe I could have done it again.
'Oh dear! oh dear!' observed a pleasant voice, 'do let me thank the lady.
Stand aside, Williams.' And a pretty old lady with white hair looked out at me.
'I am afraid the poor dog's leg is broken,' I observed, as the little animal lay in my arms uttering short barks of pain.

'Happily your man pulled up in time, or it must have been killed.' 'Oh dear! oh dear! what will the colonel say to such carelessness ?' exclaimed the old lady.

'He's so fond of Flossie, and makes such a fuss with her.

And Mr.Hamilton has gone to Brighton, or I would have sent Flossie in for him to attend to her.' 'Will you let me see what I can do, Mrs.Maberley ?' I said, for I had recognised the pretty old lady at once.