Turly ate his dinner with great vigour, but Terry sat miserable and without appetite. "I put the pot on his head," she thought, "and it will require a surgeon from Dublin to get it off. Will the surgeon have to cut part of his head away? That is what surgeons do; they cut." Just as her thoughts had arrived at this excruciating point, the pot suddenly made a jerk and fell completely over Turly's face, covering his chin. Nurse and Terry shrieked, and Turly uttered some unintelligible sounds from within the pot. "He'll be smothered!" cried Nurse Nancy. "What would the surgeon do if he were here?" asked Terry, with tears streaming, then darted from the room saying: "I'll bring up Michael Lally and Mr. Walsh!" These two worthy men were on the scene in a few minutes, and Lally instantly thought of a plan. "We'll hang him up by the heels," he said. So the two men took Turly in their arms and "up-ended" him; the consequence being that the pot, being now in a straight position on the head, fell off. Whereupon Turly was re-placed on his feet on the floor. Then Nurse Nancy sat down and rocked herself and wept. "I thought it would ha' been either a death or an operation!" she sobbed. "Will I ever get over it?" CHAPTER VII UP THE CHIMNEY Granny had little idea of what an eventful morning it had been when the children came to her in the afternoon, looking so nice and well-behaved, as if they had done nothing but bite their little thumbs in the nursery from the moment of their getting up till tea-time. Nurse Nancy had persisted in carrying out her determination to leave her dear mistress in peaceful ignorance of whatever terrifying episodes might develop during the sojourn of the children in the house. She had suffered enough from their pranks in the summer, and she must now be allowed to believe that they were grown as serious and as quietly-behaved as any old people. Fortunately the house was big and the walls were thick, and sounds must needs be very loud indeed to penetrate to Madam's sanctuary, if care were taken to keep them from reaching her ears. When Terry appeared as usual in her white frock, with her little blue silk work-bag, and with what Nurse Nancy called her "Mary" face, Granny said to herself that the child was a sweet little lady; but remarked that Terry looked pale. Was her clothing warm enough? Had she eaten a good dinner? No, said Nancy, she hadn't eaten a good dinner, not to-day; but it was only once, and for a wonder. "Wait till you see what a tea she'll make, madam. Myself thinks children sometimes hides their appetites in their pockets and brings them out again when they get something they like."