She had taken the shortest road, forcing her to meet a black monster of a steam-tram which she had sometimes seen at a distance, a thing which was her special abomination.

Chloe had made a bolt for it, and had passed the tram safely and got away on to the back road.

She had been accustomed, when she had made her small runaways before, to be petted and soothed afterwards.

Indeed, as soon as her terror had calmed a little, and she was on the road she knew to be harmless, she slackened down, expecting to hear her mistress's voice of tender scolding, to have her mistress alight and stroke her with soft words.

Instead of that she was touched up pretty sharply.
"Get me there, my girl," said Lady Anne.