In 1908 the line was extended to a station called Wood Lane, which was built on a terminal track loop so that trains could turn round and go back the other way, …

From the bank the lamb looked at her, then faced round to the hut, and, baaing disconsolately, trotted a few paces back. .

She had a vague notion that all horses nowadays were trained from their colthood to buck--whatever that was.

‘You little Fool!’ returned her sister, shaking her with the sharp pull she gave her arm. ‘Have you no spirit at all? But that’s just the way! You have no self-respect, you have no becoming pride, just as you allow yourself to be followed about by a contemptible little Chivery of a thing,’ with the scornfullest emphasis, ‘you would let your family be trodden on, and never turn.’