And doesn't Turly look sweet in his velvet knickers?
The pockets of his other things are all gone in holes with marbles.

And oh, Turly, only see what a lovely tea Granny is going to give us! Honey, jam, brown bread, hot tea-cakes! Turly is so fond of sweeties, you know, Gran'ma." "Rather," said Turly, which was the first word he had uttered since he escaped with his life from the car.
The candles and lamps were now lighted in Granny's handsome sitting-room, and a huge turf fire burned on the hearth, for it was a wintry evening.

The tea-table had been placed to one side, near Granny's chair, and as Madam laughed heartily at Terencia's prattle no one could have suggested that the coming of this bright little creature had been as a nightmare to the old lady for many weeks past.
But after the children were gone to bed Madam Trimleston said to Nancy: "I must say a few words to Lally.

Ask him to come up here and speak to me." Very soon heavy footsteps were heard ascending the stair, and Michael Lally, the coachman, was seen standing in the doorway.
"God bless ye and good evenin' to ye, madam! It's glad I am to see you lookin' so well, madam." "Thank you, Lally!" It was hard to begin to find fault after so genial a greeting.

"But I want to ask you a question, Lally.