between the trees towards the house,
and followed by a little rabble of boys and girls, all clapping their
hands and cheering in the wildest delight. The cause of their excitement
was easily seen. In the driver's seat sat a small figure with a yellow
curly head, her hat blown off and hanging on her shoulders by the
strings round her neck, her hands grasping the reins, and her feet
planted determinedly against the dash-board.
"Heavens!" cried Madam. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Don't be puttin' yourself out, madam," said Nancy. "It's only Miss
Terry come back to us! Sure the ould warrior hasn't done with her yet
awhile. Good saints! to see the grip that the little bits of hands of her
has on the reins!"
"It will kill me, Nancy, it will kill me. Can you see if there is anyone on
the car besides herself? What has become of Lally?"
"Oh, goodness knows!" said Nancy. "He's not to be seen; but Turly's
with her safe enough, houldin' on for his bare life, one clutch on the rail
of the seat, and the other on the well o' the car. Goodness knows how
much longer he could stick to it. But she's bringin' all up to the
hall-door splendid, an' I declare you would think the ould horse was
laughin' at the joke!"
"I hope she hasn't killed Lally and lost the luggage about the roads,"
groaned Madam. "And where has she picked up all that crowd of wild
creatures that are screaming round the car?"
"Sure, out of ivery place as they came along," said Nancy. "Now, I'll
just go down, madam, and bring the childher up to you, an' you're to sit
there and not to stir, for you're shakin' all over like the ould
weather-cock on a day whin the wind does be blowin' from ivery side."
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Meanwhile Terry had brought the car in triumph to the door and
jumped down from her perch, her yellow curls on end in the wind, her
hat flapping on her back, and the fur capes of her little coat standing up
straight round her ears. She threw away the reins and ran to the horse's
head, putting her cheek against his nose, petting him with her hands,
and pouring out flatteries enough to turn any animal's brain.
"You darling, you angel, how lovely you did run for me! Has anybody
got a lump of sugar? No, well it is a shame. But I'll come to you
to-morrow with lots of it."
"Miss Terry! Miss Terry! Welcome home, Miss Terry!" shrieked a
chorus of shrill young voices. "Sure we run a lot of the ways with ye,
Miss Terry, darlin'!"
"So you did!" cried Terry. "Wasn't it splendid?" Her little purse was in
her hand in a moment. "Here is all I've got!" and she flung its contents
of shillings, sixpences, and coppers among the dancing youngsters,
who scrambled and wrangled for them, and finally disappeared in a
headlong scamper down the avenue.
By this time Turly had got down from the car, disdaining the assistance
of the women who came to moan over him.
"It's well you didn't kill your brother, Miss Terry," said Nurse Nancy
severely, "and your gran'ma is anxious to know whereabouts on the
road you murdhered Misther Lally."
Terry stared at her with her big blue eyes, and then burst out laughing.
"Oh, you dear, funny old Nurse!" she said; "I'm sure Granny never
thought of such a thing. Why, here is Lally, dear old slowcoach! Got
off to pick me some moss, and got left behind. And to think that Turly
didn't know how to hold on to a car! But please take me to Gran'ma,
Nursey dear, I do so want to see her!"
Granny was sitting very erect in her chair, with a face that was intended
to be severe, but was only sad and frightened. The door opened and
Nurse Nancy appeared with the children. Terry flew forward, but
Granny waved her off, and began to address her seriously.
"Terencia Mary" (Granny's voice quavered), "what is the meaning of
your behaving in this extraordinary manner?"
"Oh, Granny dear, I didn't behave, I assure you I didn't. We had such a
glorious drive home, and I am so glad to see you. But oh, Granny dear,
I'm afraid you are sick; you look so pale."
"No wonder if I am sick and pale at your conduct. Do they allow you to
sit in the driver's seat and drive the cars at Miss Goodchild's?"
"They couldn't, Granny dear," said Terry, shaking back her bright curls,
and fixing her clear eyes on the old lady's face. "They have no cars,
only an omnibus to take us to the station. And I couldn't drive
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