Or possibly a pony-trap, standing still and waiting for the pony.

Or fallen out of a pony-trap to begin with.

She fell out of the goddam pony-trap and hit her head on a rock, or so it says here.

George drove the pony-trap, and Tim sat beside her.

Cars were rare; one walked, or went by pony-trap.

Come with me to the stables; there we shall get the pony-trap and drive to the junction.

They set off to Kirrin in the pony-trap.

She merely trudged around the building, looked up the hill, saw them standing beside the pony-trap, and started toward them.

He was still staring when he heard the sound of a pony-trap coming up the road and, a few moments later, his grandfather's voice. '

I turned to the pony-trap.

Then Elizabeth fell out of the pony-trap and started to draw, the off-season hurricane exposed the debris field, the little girls drowned.

Then Wireman asked, Was Elizabeth falling out of that pony-trap really an accident?

Well, you must have had quite a lot of punishments then,' said her mother, as she drove the little pony-trap along the frosty roads. '

We brought the pony-trap for your luggage.' '

But I saw her some time ago, driving a pony-trap towards Bywater with a face that would have curdled new milk.

The pony-trap was flying up Calthorpe Hill.

Of course my jeans were Calvin Klein, and it wasn't exactly a pony-trap 1 was driving; but that was different, somehow.

Connie Everard drove the pony-trap over to Starden.

And, when they came back nearly twenty-five years later Beneath the pony-trap I printed FINE.

Then, very slowly and deliberately, Timothy turned his back on Mr. Roland and climbed up into the pony-trap!

A little girl whod fallen out of a pony-trap at the age of two and banged her head and awakened with seizures and a magical ability to draw.

He was on his feet a moment later, sprinting back toward the pony-trap, where the digging tools were, his slippered feet sending the placid groumdmist into excited little roils.

CHAPTER 3 He took the pony-trap, driving under an eerie, not-quite-dark sky where a three-quarters moon ducked restlessly in and out between racing reefs of cloud.

Mrs. Inglethorp replied that this was an excellent idea, but as she had several letters to write she would drop us there, and we could come back with Cynthia in the pony-trap.

Connie, having attended carefully to her toilet, descended to the waiting pony-trap, and found, to her surprise and a little to her annoyance, that Ellice was already seated in the little vehicle.