"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.