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garden. Mary, Alex and Ruby followed.
The black smoke was coming from a long, low stone building at the bottom of the garden. The man in the flat cap who’d brought the crate in earlier – hadn’t Atherton called him Hodges? – was frantically unwinding a hosepipe, which was attached to an old-fashioned handpump, of the
sort with a lever that you worked up and down. Ruby cried, “Oh, what about the horses?”
Alex had been wondering about them too. A
stable had to have horses, didn’t it?
“It’s all right,” said Dora. “They’re down in the
lower field.”
Mary was calling out orders.
“Buckets! Hodges, let me do that. Atherton, for
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