He and I together can lift one of the Old People into the buggy; then drive her to my house and---- "But who will take care of the other one ?" said Mrs.Enderby.

"We musn't leave her there in the woods alone, you know--especially the crazy one.

There and back is eight miles, you see." They had all been sitting on the grass beside the buggy for a while, now, trying to rest their weary bodies.

They fell silent a moment or two, and struggled in thought over the baffling situation; then Mrs.Enderby brightened and said: "I think I've got the idea, now.

You see, we can't walk any more.