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. Just look at
the lovely fresh eggs Mr. Reilly got me!"

"An' I scourin' the counthry all round about Connolly's farm lookin' for
ye!" said Michael Lally indignantly, as he examined Jocko's knees.

"And have they really got plenty of eggs at Connolly's?" cried Terry. "For
only three will not last very long, you know."

"Here, Missus Nancy, for all the sakes will you take your childher out o'
my road?" cried Lally. "A nice scoldin' I'll be gettin' over again from
Madam when she hears of it."

"Oh no, she won't! Not when she get's her egg, and I tell her about it,"
said Terry.

And then Reilly gathered up his reins, laughing, and went rattling his cart
of turf down the road. Lally led away the pony, and Nancy and the children
returned to the house.

CHAPTER VI

A BRASS HELMET

Madam's breakfast was ready, and there was just time to cook the new-laid
egg and put it on the tray.

Terry got behind the open door, and great was her delight when she heard
Granny say:

"Why, Nancy, you don't mean to tell me that this is a new-laid egg! Where
can you have got it?"

"A nice little hen laid it for you, madam," said Nancy, "and may be there's
more where it come from."

"That is very good," said Granny. "What are the children doing at present,
Nancy?"

"They're just about goin' to get their breakfast, madam."

"Isn't it rather late for their breakfast?" said Granny.

"Both of them's been out, madam, and have got appetites like young
troopers," said Nancy evasively.

Terry listened with the keenest disappointment. Was Nancy not going to tell
Granny that it was she, Terry, who had got her that egg for her breakfast?
When the nursery meal appeared, Terry rushed forth her grievance.

"Oh, Nursey, you never told Granny who got her that egg! And aft