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"You can't, dear; but I can. I'm older than you." "The hens won't do it for you, no matter how old you are," said Turly. "Oh!" said Terry impatiently, "that is not what I mean! There's a few hens down at Connolly's farm, and Nancy thinks they lay." "Where is Connolly's farm?" "I'm sure I don't know, but there are hens there, real industrious hens, and I want to get their eggs for Gran'ma."
They had never seen anything so nice as this little lady and gentleman. There were six little fishermen and fisherwomen, all in red flannel frocks and bare feet. Nonie, the eldest, who was eight years old, could not cease admiring the strangers. "Where were ye?" she asked suddenly, after a long, worshipful silence, with her eyes fixed now on Terry and now on Turly.
A few more minutes of eager watching assured them that Terry and Turly were returning, if not visibly in the custody of angels, at least in the care of two sturdy oarsmen, who were pulling towards the shore. As they came near enough to be well seen and heard the children stood up in the boat and cheered and waved their handkerchiefs to their friends.
"What does she look like, Turly?" "Like always," said Turly. "Is her nose long, Turly?" "Isn't it always the same, Terry?" "No, it isn't. When Nurse is angry her nose gets long and her mouth goes down at the corners. And when she's pleased they both shorten up again." "I didn't look at her as much as that," said Turly.
"I tell you Nursey will pretend we're in bed," said Turly; and Terry grasped at this idea and took a little comfort from it, remembering Nancy's many successful little plots for screening the children and saving her dear lady from anxiety and disturbance.
I tried to sit on them all, but I couldn't, for they were too wide. Then I spied the donkey. There was no saddle for him, so I took him as he was. And how did you like Connolly's farm, Terry? And is this Connolly?" "Oh dear no, Turly! This is Mr. Reilly. Jocko and I were lost in the fog, and we didn't get at all near Connolly's. And Mr. Reilly found us and got me some eggs.
By my word I'm not sure at all about takin' the like o' ye into my boat." "Hold your tongue, man," said the other. "Don't you see the childher's teeth are chatterin' out of their heads with the cold. Come in here, little lady and gentleman, and then ye can tell us what bad ship threw you out of it to where ye are." "It wasn't a ship; it was a boat," said Turly. "And it was a queer boat.
"Oh yes, I'm here!" said Turly. "Have you done your practising?" "No, I haven't. I wish I had. And will you come down and sit with me, Turly? The drawing-room is so lonely, and the time gets on so slow." "It's silly to be lonely," said Turly. "I'm not a bit lonely here with my bricks. But of course I'll come with you." "Oh, thank you, Turly! Is Nursey with Gran'ma?" "Yes."
We have been making arms of them." "Yes indeed," said Turly, dropping the dog's paw. "There now, Vulcan," said Terry, "you have got back all your legs, so don't be grumbling. And don't let me hear you give that bark again or there will be a fuss." "What are you going to do with him now?" said Turly. "If he can't dance about or bark what's the good of him?" "I'll show you," said Terry.
"They are wanting their dinner," said Walsh, the steward, coming to where the children were standing with their faces turned up to the skies. "Oh, do you think so?" cried Terry. "And where can we get crumbs enough for such a number?" "But sea-gulls live on fish," said Turly, "and the sea is never frozen. Why should the frost make the sea-gulls hungry?"
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