Take it off directly, and put the palm back into it." "It doesn't like the palm, Nurse.

It would rather have me!" cried Turly, dancing about impishly at the same time, trying to shake the pot off his head by the movement.
"Do you mean to be disobedient, Turlough ?" "The pot is awfully disobedient," said Turly.

"I tell you it won't come off." "We'll see about that," said Nurse Nancy, putting her hands to the pot.

But to her consternation it refused to move.
"Shake your head out of it, Turly!" "I shook and shook, and it only gets tighter on.

If I shake any more it will come down about my neck, and my eyes will be gone up into it, and my mouth and my nose!" Here was a state of things.