'Look sharp, John Kane!' he said; and how he knows my name I can't tell.

There, let me sit you in the cart, and I'll jolt you as little as may be." Hetty was thankful to be put in the cart, and it seemed to her a very strange chance that had brought John Kane a second time in her life to rescue her.

He did not know her at all, and she did not like to tell him who she was.
"Now, where can I take you to ?" he said, as they neared the village.
"I came from Wavertree Hall," said Hetty, hanging her head, "and," she added with a great throb of her heart, "my name is Hetty Gray." "Law, you don't say so!" said honest John; "our little Hetty that is turned into a lady! Well, child, it's not the first time you have got a ride in John Kane's cart.

You cannot remember, but you used to be main fond of these very horses, watching them getting shod and running among their feet.

However, bygones is bygones, and you won't want to hear anything of all that.