"It's not true, is it, that whenever you see a white horse you see a
red-haired girl? I suppose that means only in London, where there are so
many people?"

"Do you know that you can't walk over London Bridge without seeing a white
horse?"

"Do you think that Moses is ever going to have a stone in his shoe so that
I can get it out with my knife? Couldn't we drive him over a very stony
place?"

"You can't really tell the time by dandelions, can you?"

And so forth, till Kink's head would have ached if he had not trained it
not to.

Gregory was rattling on in this way when suddenly they heard a screaming
and scrambling and thudding behind them, and a moment later a chaise with a
little girl in it, drawn by a pair of grey ponies, dashed past at a fearful
pace, only just avoiding the caravan, and disappeared in a cloud of dust;
and then after a minute or so came a tremendous shattering crash, and all
was still.

"It's a smash-up," said Kink, urging Moses into a trot. "We must help
them;" and at the same time Hester's white face appeared at the window and
implored Kink to drive faster.

In a minute or so they saw a moving mass at the side of the road, which
they knew to be the broken chaise, and a farm labourer holding the head of