He said:
"No doubt the roads in the valley of the river Aisne, in France, have been pretty lonely in their time, but think of them last September!"
So we went, and one motor passed us in two miles; and two dogs poaching together also passed, and in a field was a sheep which had got on its back and couldn't get up again, being too fat to do so. We pulled it up. In another field was a bull, and we tried to attract it, and scouted down a hedge within fifty yards of it, to see if it was dangerous, and warn people if it was; and I went to within forty yards of it, being a good twelve yards from the hedge at the time, but it paid no attention. Then, just at the end of the road, we came across an old woman sitting by the roadside in a very ragged and forlorn condition, with a basket of watercresses and also about twelve mushrooms.
Thinking she might be lame, or otherwise in difficulties, Travers minor went up to her and said:
"Good evening! D'you want anything?"
And she said:
"Yes, a plucky lot of things, but none of your cheek."
"It wasn't meant for cheek. I'm a Scout," said Travers minor.
And she said:
"Oh, run along home and ask mother to let out your knickers, else you'll bust 'em!"