"
Mr. Crawley was coming away from the house at this moment, and the man
tackled him.
"Have the pair, mister," said the man. "They're wonderful together--draw a
pantechnicon. There's lots of white on them, too. Your little boy here has
taken such a fancy to them," he added. "Eighteen pound for the two."
Another man, who brought a black horse and said that white horses always
had a defect somewhere, fastened on Miss Bingham.
"This is what you want, mum," he said. "Honest black. Never trust a white
horse," he said. "Black's the colour. Look at this mare here--she's a
beauty. Strong as an elephant and docile as a tortoise. Fifteen quid, mum,
and a bargain."
"My good man," said Miss Bingham, "you are laboring under a
misapprehension. I require no horse."
Fortunately, among the letters were several that told of exactly the kind
of horse that was needed, and one afternoon a stable boy led into the yard a
perfectly enormous creature which Mr. Lenox had hired for a pound a week
from a man at Finchley.
"Warranted sound in wind and limb," said Mr. Lenox, "and his name is Moses."
Gregory, having given Moses a lump of sugar, declined ever again to wish
for a motor caravan, especially as Mr.
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