A WET DAY Terry and Turly were snugly lodged on the same flat with Granny's bedroom and sitting-room.

Nurse Nancy's room stood between the two pretty little chambers given to the children, and the big day nursery was close by.
Everything was very nicely arranged for the comfort of the little visitors and for the maintaining of a proper control over them by Madam and Nurse Nancy; Here they were to be safe night and day under the eyes of their elders, except when allowed to go out with proper escort.

The gate at the back stairs, which gave on the landing and had been placed there years ago for the protection of little children long since able to take care of themselves, was as strong as ever and shut with as clever a snap, so that there was no danger by that way.

There were also guards on all the fires, and an ornamental bar across each window to prevent little rash creatures from throwing themselves out.
"What mischief can she do ?" Granny had asked Nancy after surveying all these safeguards before the coming of the children; and Nancy's hearty answer, "'t will puzzle her, madam," had been soothing to the anxious old mother.
When Terry wakened on the morning after her arrival she got up and put her face to the window-pane.
"Wet!" she said.

"Mountains all wrapped up in white sheets with just their heads out.