I'm awfully sorry about that, indeed I am.

I'd rather it had been my own knees!" cried Terry, running to the back of the cart to examine poor Jocko's injuries.
"The pony's knees!" shrieked Nurse, throwing up her hands and her eyes in despair.
"I tell you Lally will make him all right!" said Turly.

"Ponies and men don't make a row over a scratch as women do!" "If Lally cures him I'll give him all my pocket-money for a year," said Terry, wiping her own eyes and patting Jocko's nose.

"Oh, here is Mr.
Lally! Do you think you can cure poor Jocko's knees, Mr.Lally ?" "So you're at your thricks again, Miss Terry! Sorra ever such a young lady was born in this mortial world before!" said Lally.

"Now what will your gran'ma be sayin' to you this time, Miss Terry ?" "Oh, Gran'ma! I hope she hasn't had her breakfast yet, Nursey.