The girl indicated the stage with a small gesture of triumph.

When they were all seated uncomfortably in the huge covered vehicle the little boy gave Hawker a glance of recognition.

"It hurted then, but it's all right now," he informed him cheerfully.
"Did it ?" replied Hawker.

"I'm sorry." "Oh, I didn't mind it much," continued the little boy, swinging his long, red-leather leggings bravely to and fro.

"I don't cry when I'm hurt, anyhow." He cast a meaning look at his tiny sister, whose soft lips set defensively.
The driver climbed into his seat, and after a scrutiny of the group in the gloom of the stage he chirped to his horses.