"'E's that friendly," he reiterated, gently admonishing the dog which accompanied them delightedly. "'E always runs up to folk like that. 'E's done it afore. But 'e wouldn't 'urt anyone. It's just friendliness." Prudence found nothing to say. She was already ashamed of her heat; but the man's amiable indifference exasperated her. This was due, not to any want of consideration, but to rustic obtuseness. He was urgently anxious to reassure her in regard to the dog; ladies were scared as a rule of dogs; he was also desirous of returning to his cart, the horse having views of its own about standing. He knocked on the cottage door, quite unnecessarily; two girls, who had witnessed the accident, having already appeared in the entrance. One of them was laughing immoderately, as though she considered the affair a huge joke, enacted for her special amusement; the other, and older girl, favoured her with a reproving look. "Young lady's met with a accident," the man explained. "The dog done it; 'e's that friendly. She wants to rest a bit." He left it at that, and hurried back to his cart. The elder girl invited the stranger to come inside, and the younger, following them, stood in the doorway, laughing. Prudence showed her annoyance. "It wasn't so funny as you seem to think," she said, surveying her from a chair in indignant surprise. "I know," the girl replied, her laughter trailing off into spasmodic giggles. "I don't know what makes me keep laughing. But it was funny seeing you in the road, an' the bicycle an' all. It made me fair screech. I'm glad you're not hurt." "You'd like a glass of water, I expect?" said the older girl; and the younger, as if desirous of atoning for her misplaced merriment, hurried away to fetch it. "I don't know how I shall get home," said Prudence, who was more concerned with this difficulty than with her bruises, although these were more considerable than she had thought at first. She had wrenched her ankle badly. "I'm ten miles from Wortheton, and my machine is twisted hopelessly--even if I could ride it, which at present I don't feel equal to doing. Could I get a conveyance near here?" "No," answered the girl. "There's nothing but that cart that's gone on. I don't know what you'll do."