"Oh, could we? I've got money to pay for them. And it wouldn't be half so bad if I could only be in time with the eggs for Gran'ma's breakfast." "Aisy now, aisy!" said the carter as he drew up opposite to a little gray stone house where some hens were picking about the doorway. "I would bet a sack of potatoes to a bag of meal that one o' thim very hins is afther layin' an egg, by the cluck of her!" He shouted and whistled, and a woman came to the door. "Do you happen to have any new-laid eggs about the place, ma'am?" asked the carter. "Why then, I have three," said the woman, "nice an' warm from the nest. Would ye be wantin' thim?" "Oh yes, please!" cried Terry, and pulled out her little purse. "Do pay for them, thank you," she said to the carter, "and please give her plenty of money, for I am so glad to get them!" "Well now, missy, why would ye be trustin' me with this?" said the man, taking the purse. "Sure maybe I'd be robbin' you." "Oh no, you wouldn't!" said Terry; "you're a great deal kinder than I thought you were at first." The purchase was made. There was no basket, and Terry was glad that she had three nice, soft pockets in her coat, into each of which she put an egg. After that the cart jogged on more quickly than before, as the fog had lifted so far as that Terry could see all around her. "I see someone awfully like Turly; just there in the distance," said Terry. "Do you see, Mr.--" "My name's Reilly," said the carter. "Thank you, Mr. Reilly. I'm dreadfully afraid it's Turly!" "Who is Turly, and why are you afraid it's him?" "Turly is my brother, Turlough Trimleston. I'm afraid because he oughtn't to be out riding on a donkey this foggy morning." "No more nor his sister riding on a pony. I hope he hasn't broken the donkey's knees," said Reilly. "I hope not. I don't think so, or he wouldn't be riding it. It really is Turly, and he won't be at home to tell Nurse what has become of me.--Oh, Turly, Turly, why did you come after me when I told you not to?" "I said I would come," said Turly. Reilly had pulled up while Turly was being interviewed. The little boy sat on a bare-backed donkey, himself looking rather at loose ends, with evidences of having dressed himself hastily without any finishing-up from Nurse Nancy. "How did you ever do it, Turly?" "How did you do it?" said Turly. "Of course I just walked into the stable and looked about for a horse. I tried to sit on them all, but I couldn't, for they were too wide. Then I spied the donkey. There was no saddle for him, so I took him as he was. And how did you like Connolly's farm, Terry? And is this Connolly?" "Oh dear no, Turly! This is Mr. Reilly. Jocko and I were lost in the fog, and we didn't get at all near Connolly's. And Mr. Reilly found us and got me some eggs. But oh, Turly, poor Jocko's knees are cut, for he slipped in the frost and I let him down." "Never mind! They'll come all right again," said Turly. "Lally will look after him."