"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." [Illustration] 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.