"Lord sake, come an' look 'ere!" she called after a moment.
The boy followed, and stared past her shoulder into the gloom.
There, in the centre of the earthen floor, wrapped around with straw bands, stood a wooden horse.
It was painted grey, with beautiful dapples, and nostrils of fierce scarlet.

It had a tail of real horse-hair and a golden mane, and on its near shoulder a blue scroll with its name _Kitchener_ thereon in letters of gold.

Its legs were extended at a gallop.
"Gavel's!" said Tilda.

"Gavel's, at ten to one an' no takers!.

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