Terry | Page 4

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omnibus, now could I, Granny?"
"And do you think----" but Terry's arms were round her Granny's neck,
and the kisses of her fresh young lips were sweet on the wrinkled
cheeks.
"There, there, Terry, my darling, we must talk about it another time.
You won't do it again, will you, Terry?"
"I won't indeed, Granny, not if you don't like it. But do give me a huge,
gigantic hug, Granny darling! And only look at Turly. Hasn't he grown
fat and big! Come close up, Turly dear; Granny wants to hug you."
The hugs were given in plentiful measure and then Turly, who had been
standing aside, looking rather abashed, plucked up courage and
remained by Gran'ma's knee. He was a sturdily-built little fellow, with
large, dark eyes and a square forehead, ordinarily rather silent and slow
in his movements. The contrast between him and the light-limbed,
quick-speaking Terry was remarkable, and to no one more obvious than
to Turly himself, who had the most adoring admiration of his lively

sister.
"Are they to have their tea in the nursery, madam?" asked Nurse Nancy,
who had been standing by, a witness of Granny's attempt and failure to
scold.
"No, Nancy; no! Terencia is going to be good. They must have tea with
me here. Just put them into their evening clothes and bring them back
to me."
After half an hour's manipulation from Nurse Nancy the children
returned to Granny, who in the meanwhile had dozed in her chair, quite
worn out with the fatigues of expectation, and the necessity for being
angry. Nothing remained of the afternoon's excitement to Madam but
the touch of fresh young lips on her cheeks, and of warm, young arms
clasping her round the neck. When she opened her eyes they rested on a
meek-looking little gentlewoman in a white frock, with a blue silk
work-bag hanging by long blue ribbons from her arm.
"Miss Goodchild taught me to make it, Granny, and she said you would
like me to have it; and I have worked you such a pretty linen cover for
your prayer-book; Nancy is going to unpack it after tea. And doesn't
Turly look sweet in his velvet knickers? The pockets of his other things
are all gone in holes with marbles. And oh, Turly, only see what a
lovely tea Granny is going to give us! Honey, jam, brown bread, hot
tea-cakes! Turly is so fond of sweeties, you know, Gran'ma."
"Rather," said Turly, which was the first word he had uttered since he
escaped with his life from the car.
The candles and lamps were now lighted in Granny's handsome
sitting-room, and a huge turf fire burned on the hearth, for it was a
wintry evening. The tea-table had been placed to one side, near
Granny's chair, and as Madam laughed heartily at Terencia's prattle no
one could have suggested that the coming of this bright little creature
had been as a nightmare to the old lady for many weeks past.
But after the children were gone to bed Madam Trimleston said to

Nancy:
"I must say a few words to Lally. Ask him to come up here and speak
to me."
Very soon heavy footsteps were heard ascending the stair, and Michael
Lally, the coachman, was seen standing in the doorway.
"God bless ye and good evenin' to ye, madam! It's glad I am to see you
lookin' so well, madam."
"Thank you, Lally!" It was hard to begin to find fault after so genial a
greeting. "But I want to ask you a question, Lally. How am I to entrust
my children to your care after what happened this afternoon?"
Lally passed his big hand over the back of his head and looked puzzled,
while a little smile lurked in the corners of his mouth.
"Is it in the regard of Miss Terry dhrivin' home with herself in the car,
madam?" he said. "Sure I declare to your honour, madam, that I won't
be the better of it for this month to come."
"The idea of your letting that child seize the reins--"
"Well now, madam, she didn't. Says she in her coaxin' way: 'Lally,'
says she, 'just let me sit on your seat and hold the reins, and you can be
watchin' me,' says she. 'Sure,' says she, 'many's the time I drove my
pappy,' says she, 'when I was over there in Africa,' says she, 'and he did
used to be delighted with me, seein' me at it,' says she. An' I couldn't
stand her coaxin', and I just pleased her, till all of a suddent she took a
fancy to some moss that was growin' in the dyke. And nothin' would do
her but I was to get down and gather it for her, and