"Please, mamma, tell us about it," asked Helen.
"In the first place," began mamma, "Mrs. Groves' horses were perfectly furious, and would not allow anything to pass them. I grew very nervous, when all at once there was a crashing of wheels; and there we were locked in with a great team.
"I imagined Mrs. Groves wished herself anywhere but riding with a nervous woman, and I'm sure I was sorry that I had consented to go. We backed, and the teamster backed, ha'ing and geeing lustily, and at last we were relieved.
"Now, I thought, we shall have a clear space; and I'll try to be brave. But presently we heard a great outcry and shouting behind us.
"'Stop them! Oh, stop them!'
"I looked from the window, and saw everybody running; then they all began to press to the sides of the street, and drivers urged their horses forward at their utmost speed.
"'What is it, James?' screamed Mrs. Groves through the speaking-trumpet.
"'It is horses running away, ma'am,' he answered back.
"'Stop, then; and we'll get out.'
"'You'd be smashed entirely, ma'am, in the crowd.'