Oh, what have I done?

354 "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.