But the little girl would not be silenced.

"Which one is hurt?" she asked. "Which one? Is it Marshall or Snelgrove?"

"I don't know," said Kink. "They're both alike."

"Oh, no, they're not," said the little girl. "Marshall has a white star
between his eyes. Oh, do say Marshall's all right! Marshall's my very own."

"I'll go and see," said Gregory; and he ran off, and came back to say that
Marshall was the one that seemed to be all right, but Snelgrove had broken
his leg and couldn't move.

"Oh, I'm so glad about Marshall," said the girl; "but poor Tommy, how sorry
he'll be!"

"See if you can get up, missie," said Kink. "I want to know if you're hurt
anywhere."

The little girl sat up and then stood up. "I feel all right," she said,
"only very giddy."

Kink uttered a sigh of relief. "Drink this cold water," he said. "That will
make you much better. 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