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Stephen changed the sovereign into a postal order, and sent it off to the people at Cadford. It did not pay them back, but it paid them something, and he felt that his soul was free. A few shillings remained in his pocket. They would have paid his fare towards Wiltshire, a good county; but what should he do there? Who would employ him? Today the journey did not seem worth while.

Over the bridge they came to the cross-roads, of which one led to Salisbury and the other up through the string of villages to the railway station. The road in front was only the Roman road, the one that went on to the downs. Turning to the left, they were in Cadford. "He will be with the Thompsons," said Rickie, looking up at dark eaves. "Perhaps he's in bed already."

"The vicar of Cadford not the nice drunkard declares the name is really 'Chadford, and he worried on till I put up a window to St. Chad in our church. His Cambridge wife pronounces it 'Hyadford. I could smack them both. How do you like Podge? Ah! you jump; I meant you to. How do you like Podge Wonham?" "Very nice," said Agnes, laughing. "Nice! He is a hero."

They found outside the station a trap driven by a small boy, who had come in from Cadford to fetch some wire-netting. "That'll do us," said Stephen, and called to the boy, "If I pay your railway-ticket back, and if I give you sixpence as well, will you let us drive back in the trap?" The boy said no. "It will be all right," said Rickie. "I am Mrs. Failing's nephew." The boy shook his head.

Then Cad Dauntsey. Then Cadford, that side of the stream, connected with Cadover, this. Observe the fertility of the Wiltshire mind." "A terrible lot of Cads," said Agnes brightly. Mrs. Failing divided her guests into those who made this joke and those who did not. The latter class was very small.

He must learn more about pigs. He witnessed a performance not too namby-pamby of Punch and Judy. "Hullo, Podge!" cried a naughty little girl. He tried to catch her, and failed. She was one of the Cadford children. For Salisbury on market day, though it is not picturesque, is certainly representative, and you read the names of half the Wiltshire villages upon the carriers' carts.

"I think to that entrenchment. Look at it." They were sitting on the steps. He stretched out his hand to Cadsbury Rings, and then let it rest for a moment on her shoulder. "You're changing me," he said gently. "God bless you for it." He enjoyed his walk. Cadford was a charming village and for a time he hung over the bridge by the mill.

It was full of gold and dead soldiers who had fought with the soldiers on Castle Rings and been beaten. The road to Londinium, having forded the stream and crossed the valley road and the railway, passed up by these entrenchments. The road to London lay half a mile to the right of them. To complete this survey one must mention the church and the farm, both of which lay over the stream in Cadford.