So they tried this, but the horse would not stir.
“Perhaps we have too heavy a load,” said Mrs. Peterkin, as she got in.
So they took out the currants and the gooseberries and the flowers, but still the horse would not go.
One of the neighbors, from the opposite house, looking out just then, called out to them to try the whip. There was a high wind, and they could not hear exactly what she said.
“I have tried the whip,” said Elizabeth Eliza.
“She says ‘whips,’ such as you eat,” said one of the little boys.
“We might make those,” said Mrs. Peterkin, thoughtfully.
“We have got plenty of cream,” said Elizabeth Eliza.
“Yes, let us have some whips,” cried the little boys, getting out.
And the opposite neighbor cried out something about whips; and the wind was very high.