I'll just get out the pony quite early in the morning and ride to Connolly's farm, and be back with the eggs for Gran'ma's breakfast." Turly opened his eyes wide with admiration, but he was not convinced.
"Somebody will be sure to be angry," he said, "and there will be a row." "But you know it couldn't be wrong, Turly, because it is for Gran'ma.

And I'm not going to bring the pony up the stairs, and it won't be wet, because it's just nice frosty weather--" "Connolly's farm is awfully far away.

I'm sure it is," said Turly.

"You'll never get back here for breakfast." "But I shall start quite, quite early." "It will be dark." "There's ever so much moonlight at six," said Terry.

"I was awake this morning, and I saw it.