As Edward and Hazel drew near the show-ground they passed people
walking and were overtaken by traps.

A man passed at full gallop, and Hazel was reminded of Reddin. Later,
she said:

'How'd you like it, Ed'ard, if somebody was after you, like a weasel
after a rabbit or a terrier at a fox-earth? What'd you do?'

'What morbid things you think of, dear!'

'What'd you do?'

'I don't know.'

'There's nought to do.'

Edward remembered his creed.

'I should pray, Hazel.'

'What good'd that do?'

'God answers prayers.'

'That He dunna! Or where'd the fox-hunting gents be, and who'd have
rabbit-pie? I dunna see as He _can_ answer 'em.'

'Little girls mustn't bother their pretty heads.'