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"Hurt!" cried Nurse angrily, and seized a hand of each of the dripping children, marching them up the stairs in silence and into the nursery, where she deposited them on two chairs and stood looking at them in speechless indignation. Turly looked defiant; Terry gazed at Nurse with dismay and bewilderment. "You wicked little girl! I know it was you that did it. Turly would never have dared to."
"I know he was killed!" she said; "and what with Jocko's knees and everything I can't bear it. I wonder if Turly would come down and sit with me; that is if my hour isn't up." Alas! the pitiless old clock informed her that she had still at least half an hour of penance to undergo. Perceiving this she stole up softly to the nursery. "Turly, dear! Are you there, Turly?"
She liked that one: "A little face at the window Peers out into the night". Oh, yes; she would be as good as good! And Terry heaved a long-drawn sigh. "Turly," she said suddenly, "do you never get tired lying flat on the floor, playing with soldiers and bricks, and things?" "No," said Turly, "I've done such a day's work. I've built a whole city of streets out of this one brick-box."
Turly came directly and they sat on two little stools and looked into the fire. "What is it about, Terry?" asked Turly. He was always ready for any startling plot or plan that Terry might propose to him. "Did you hear Nancy saying Granny was getting weak for want of her new-laid eggs, and that the hens wouldn't lay them for her?" "No," said Turly. "Well, she did." "We can't help it," said Turly.
"I didn't," said Turly, "I said I intended to go and see that city some day, and find out all about everything that is in it. I am afraid the magicians are dead." But here Granny's tea-bell rang, and the children hastened away to their honey and tea-cakes.
It belonged to Gran'ma's uncle in the Irish Brigades. He was killed at Fontenoy. They sent home his things. Nursey told me all about it." "Oh, do put it away, Turly! Don't try to get into it. You're too small, and beside he was killed." "It's too big for me," said Turly. "I wonder if he had it on when he was killed!" "Of course he had. Oh, Turly, do hang it up again!"
"It waggles," said Terry, "and if I fall in there will be a fuss. I think Nurse is tired of changing our clothes. But there, I'll pull it up close by the rope. All right!" and Terry was also in the boat. "We can pretend we are on a voyage," said Turly. "What country would you like to discover? America, or Robinson Crusoe's Island?" "Oh, those were discovered long ago!" said Terry.
There's no smell, and there's no sound." "It's very far downstairs here, you know," said Terry sagaciously. "It's a big house. And we do smell our own dinner when it comes up. Now, don't we, Turly?" "Oh, yes!" said Turly, yawning; "but I like to know all that is happening to everybody. I say, Terry, do you know there's another story of house above the part we're living in?"
The breakfast was potatoes and goat's milk. The little fisher-children ate with them, and were very merry as they peeled their potatoes and sipped the milk from their tin mugs. But Terry and Turly could scarcely understand what they said, even when they spoke English. "What are they saying, Mrs.
And there they had a delightful surprise, for two little new kittens, a white Persian and a black velvet creature with yellow eyes, were curled up on the hearth at Gran'ma's feet. When tea, and reading, and sewing were all over, the children were allowed to play with the new kittens, and Granny presented a kitten to each child, Turly choosing the black and Terry the white one.
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