And now tell us all about the accident, because we shall have to let your people know." "Well," said the little girl, "mother and I were driving to Ashton to see Aunt May; and mother had just got out to leave the _British Workman_ at old Mr.Dimmock's, when the ponies took fright and ran away.

I held the reins as long as I could, and when I saw your caravan in front I screamed to warn you, and then there was a terrible crash, and I don't remember anything else." "And what will your poor mamma be doing ?" said Kink.
"Oh, poor mother!" said the little girl.

"She'll be so nervous! But she'll be coming after us as fast as she can, because she saw them start off." "Then I think," said Kink, "the best thing to do is for us to leave this man here to mind the ponies and tell your mamma you're all right; and we'll go on to Ashton as quick as we can, and send back some help.
We'll take you to your aunt's, missie, and the man will tell your mamma when she comes up what we've done.

I'm so glad you're not hurt." So Hester and Gregory were left with the little girl, who told them her name was Patricia Mordan, and she was ten, and they lived near Fladbury, and she had a King Charles spaniel; while Kink urged Moses towards Ashton, which was only a mile or so away.
Hester put the kettle on the Beatrice stove, thinking that tea was the best thing, and Gregory sat down and looked at their guest, and thought what a splendid adventure it was to tell the others about when they met them later.
Patricia, who was now in a deck-chair, examined the caravan in a kind of ecstasy.

"What a lovely place it is!" she said.