And I couldn't drive an 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.