of a horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse."

There's a harse all right," said one of the small boys with a movement

of the head.

Don't you know where we can hire traps?" asked Widgery. "Or a cart

or--anything?" asked Mrs. Milton.

"John Ooker's gart a cart, but no one can't 'ire'n," said the larger of

the small boys, partially averting his face and staring down the road

and making a song of it. "And so's my feyther, for's leg us broke."

Not a cart even! Evidently. What shall we do?"

It occurred to Mrs. Milton that if Widgery was the man for courtly

devotion, Dangle was infinitely readier of resource. "I suppose--" she

said, timidly. "Perhaps if you were to ask Mr. Dangle--"

And then all the gilt came off Widgery. He answered quite rudely.

"Confound Dangle! Hasn't he messed us up enough? He must needs drive

after them in a trap to tell them we're coming, and now you want me to

ask him--"

Her beautiful blue eyes were filled with tears. He stopped abruptly.

I'll go and ask Dangle," he said, shortly. "If you wish it." And went

striding into the station and down the steps, leaving her in the road

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