lays."

Bare-backed she had galloped Grizzle there, and as she sped could not
for the life of her think of aught else than the dent in the man's
hat; rode up Three Finger Lane wondering how it came there; approached
the little group wondering why he did not push it out.

Just as she galloped up they took off their hats. Someone who had been
on his knees stood upright--she saw the stain of wet earth where he
had been kneeling; forgot the dented hat; wondered if he knew of the
Marvel Cleaning Pad that had done so wonderfully with Dad's breeches
when he took a toss last Friday.

Dad...! Of course...! It was to see Dad that she was here.

Somebody tried to dissuade her ... better wait till they brought him
home ... could do no good--now.

"Why? Why not see him? Let me pass, Mr. Saunders."

Well, the filly lay across him ... he had begged them not to move her
because of the pain.... Better come away.

She pushed through them.... Yes, better perhaps not to have seen ...
all crumpled up....

Recollecting, she could feel distinctly in her knees the creepy damp
as the moisture of the marshy ground penetrated her skirts, bending
over the twisted face.