He was only frightened, not hurt, but it took a little time for the mother to find that out by reason of the mud on his face and the noise he was making.

When she had reassured herself, she carried him inside and closed the door of the lodge upon him.

Then she returned to the pony-carriage.
Chloe was still standing there, in a piteous state of terror.

Someone was coming along the road--a policeman.

Someone else was running from the opposite direction.
As for Lady Anne, the little figure had fallen forward.