Oh what have I done?

No. 13 (51/2 × 33/4) "Oh, what have I done?" "Yes," said the Policeman after- wards, "when she realised she'd killed the poor boy she got a most frightful shock. But it was no use her wishing then she'd been keeping a better look-out. That's the awful thing about accidents — regrets are too late." ¶ Are you going to lay up regrets yourself? Or are you going to realise before it's too late that roads to-day are dangerous—that 6,000 people are killed in accidents every year, a thousand of them children? To drive with faulty brakes, to run risks on greasy surfaces, to get impatient with pedestrians and other drivers — is, in very truth, deliberately to court death and disaster.