"You'll ketch 'em!" "Whip up!" "She's a goer, she is!" said the ostler boy. "Strike me giddy!" cried old Tootles. "Here! I'm a-goin' to begin in a minute. Here's another comin'. If all the kebs in Hampstead aint gone mad this morning!" "It's a fieldmale this time," said the ostler boy. "She's a followin' him" said old Tootles. "Usually the other way about." "What's she got in her 'and?"

"It's a race." "You'll ketch 'em!" "Whip up!" "She's a goer, she is!" said the ostler boy. "Strike me giddy!" cried Old Tootles. "Here! I'm a-goin' to begin in a minute. Here's another comin'. If all the cabs in Hampstead ain't gone mad this morning!" "It's a fieldmale this time," said the ostler boy. "She's a-followin' him," said Old Tootles. "Usually the other way about."