It seemed a strange thing for a nurse to do, and while the author was debating in his mind whether he ought not to inform Lady Jellicoe, one of the little girls gave a cry of triumph and pointed to the sideboard standing against the wall in a dark corner of the hall.
“There she is. Isn’t she naughty!”
A sideboard did not seem the right place for the nurse—even the nurse of a Naval family—to choose as a hiding place; but though the author searched he could not see the culprit.
Little Miss Jellicoe grew impatient: “Oh, do try and get her out!” she begged. “Don’t you see, she’s crawled underneath!”
Down on his hands and knees went the author of this book—and there, tucked away under the sideboard, crouched the missing nurse.
“Please pull her out, we can’t go for our walk without her.”
Obediently the author seized the nurse by the scruff of the neck and dragged her from her hiding place.
“Nanna,”—on this occasion—was a Scotch terrier!
Undoubtedly the Admiral’s daughters have their father’s sense of humour.