curtains that partially protected us. 

 We were on the back seat and I 

 wondered if we really could stay 

 right side up. 



"Driver what is the matter with 

 the horses?" burst from me. "Oh, 

 look at that leader! Heavens, we'll 

 be in the ditch!" Nimrod reached 

 out a steadying hand under the robe 

 as he grasped the guard rail with the 

 other hand. "Should say he was 

 practising the hornpipe on one leg, 

 but the driver seems to understand 

 them." 



The driver having now extricated 

 his leader from the ditch and con- 

 fined the cavorting of the wheelers 

 to the middle of the road answered: 



"Oh, they are all right, ma'am. 

 They're a bit fresh, that's all. 

 They'll go a nice pace after they 

 have worked off five mile or so. Ye 

 see they ain't no great pals with 

 their leather yet." I gave myself 

 a dose of "don't care" philosophy, 

 having acquired this trick on pre- 

 vious occasions ;< Yes, this is bad, 

 awful, in fact, or so it seems to you, 

 but it has happened before to others 

 and will happen again. Are you 



