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. "Do you really live here?
How scrumptiously exciting!"

"My bed's over there," said Gregory.