"I am going to Corfell, and I will promise to take you if you will be a good girl." She promised--for a drive with the doctor was her greatest earthly delight.
"Bring her to my house about three to-morrow afternoon, Mrs.Dornham," said Dr.Letsom, "and she shall have her drive." Margaret promised.

When the time came she took the little one, dressed in her pretty white frock; and as they sat in the drawing-room, the doctor was brought home to his house--dead.
It was such a simple yet terrible accident that had killed him.

A poor man had been injured by a kick from a horse.

For want of better accommodation, he had been carried up into a loft over a stable, where the doctor attended him.

In the loft was an open trap-door, through which trusses of hay and straw were raised and lowered.