“There’s one,” said the stranger, “beginning, ‘Where are you going to, my——’ ”
“I want a horse,” said Audrey hastily. “I’ve a car in the lane and an aunt in the car, but my tank’s holed and I can’t move.”
“There we are,” said the stranger. “Horse, horse, bite aunt; Aunt won’t push car; Car won’t take the road; And I shan’t get home to-night.”
Audrey bowed before a little gale of laughter.
At length—
“Listen,” she said. “If we could be towed to Sundial——”
“Is that as far,” said the stranger, “as you want to go?”
“If we can put up at the inn.”
The man appeared to consider.
“There’s nothing the matter with The Doublet,” he said slowly. “In fact, the parlour was made to eat bread and honey in. It’s panelled with old beech boards. And then there are hives in the garden, and they bake their own bread. They’re very proud of their bathroom.”