and saw Mr Buckland’s terrified face, and I thought maybe I would not meet God yet “Oh, Mary!” he cried “Sir Get me out, sir!” “I—I—” Mr Buckland pulled at the rocks and mud but could not move them “It’s too heavy, Mary I can’t get you with no tools.” He was in a kind of daze, as if he couldn’t think straight We heard a cry then We had forgot about Fanny She was just a few feet from us, and weren’t so heavily buried as me, but there was blood on her face She begun to scream, and Mr Buckland jumped up and went to her The clay was looser round her and he managed to shift it enough that he could pull her out He wiped the blood from her face, and in doing so knocked the bonnet from her head, for he was scared and clumsy It got caught up in a gust of wind and rolled away down the beach Losing her bonnet seemed to upset Fanny more than anything else “My bonnet!” she cried “I need my bonnet Mam will kill me if I lose it!” Then she screamed again as Mr Buckland tried to move her “Her leg is broken,” Mr Buckland panted “I’m going to have to leave you to get help.” At that moment part of the cliff further along crumbled and crashed to the ground Fanny screamed again “Don’t leave me, sir, please don’t leave me in this godforsaken place!” I did not want to be left either, but I did not cry out “Best to carry her, sir, if you can At least you can save one of us.” Mr Buckland looked horrified “Oh, I don’t think I should that It wouldn’t be proper.” It seemed even he, who ate field mice and carried a bright blue sack and pissed in the sea, was uneasy about holding a girl in his arms But now was not the time for worrying about what was proper “Put an arm round her shoulders and one under her knees and lift, sir,” I coached “She’s a little thing—you should be able to carry her, even a scholar like you.” Mr Buckland did what I said and heaved Fanny into his arms She screamed again, in pain and shame Letting her arms flop wide, she turned her head away from him “For God’s sake, Fanny, put your arms round him!” I cried “Help the man or he’ll never get you back.” Fanny obeyed me, throwing her arms round his neck and burying her head against his chest “Take her to the bath house—that’s the closest place—and send people straight back with spades.” I wouldn’t normally direct a gentleman so, but Mr