"I think dad be real bad too this time, for he pitched out o' the cart on his 'ead; but he never wants no doctors!"
"Aren't you very, very frightened of him?" Christina asked.
And Susy laughed.
"Frightened o' dad? Sakes, no! But I be mortal hungry, an' we ought to be movin' on."
Dawn at this moment caught sight of a man in the distance. He shouted to him, and when he came up, he soon got Susy's father in a sitting position.
"Dead drunk!" he remarked. "Not much else the matter with him. Here, my lass, I can lift him in the cart if you can drive him on to the next town. Can you do it?"
Susy nodded.
The man called to a mate of his who was approaching, and together they hoisted the hawker into his cart. The old pony was put in, and Susy clambered up.
Dawn and Christina watched the proceedings with the greatest interest. Then Christina went up to the cart.
"Susy, if you ever come to Hatherbrook village, you must come and see me, will you? I'm sure father or mother would buy some of your things."