It was always gratifying when one took one's tidbits with the shock they were intended. She gave a small nod, "I believe it was a riding accident. I suppose it makes an argument that brooms are safer than horses." Brooms at least did not have minds of their own. Of course Lucy had been taught to ride both but she had been hesitant with her own boys learning. The eldest two had had their lessons thanks to their father, but she could hardly stand the thought of allowing Arthur the same privilege that her older boys had. Every time she thought of it her whole body tensed and all she wanted to do was hide in bed, with her baby curled to her. Although he was much too old for such behavior now.