"Oh, I suppose it is!" said Terry. "I only just heard it called Connolly's farm. And Nurse said it was down somewhere, and I came out to look for fresh eggs to give Gran'ma a surprise for breakfast."
"And now what would be your name, little lady, an' who would be your gran'ma?"
"My name is Terencia Mary, and my grandmama is Madam Trimleston," said Terry.
The man gave a whistle of surprise.
"Faith and Missus Nancy might look afther ye betther," he said. "I know her, and I'll give her a piece of my mind. To send a child like you out for eggs, ridin' on glassy roads, and in such a fog as this!"
"Oh, she didn't send me! I came myself, and she didn't know anything about it. I took the pony myself, to give them a surprise."
"Then I think you behaved very bad, miss, an' you deserved to be knocked about. But the pony did no wrong, and you've hurted him!"
"Bad again!" groaned Terry; "and I felt so good. You are not a kind man," she added, looking at him with big tears in her blue eyes. "I'm not going to ask you to do anything for me. Only, if you would just tell me where Connolly's farm is perhaps I can get there if the fog would only go. I can walk Jocko there, and Connolly will take care of him."
"I declare, but you have the pluck for a brigade of soldiers," said the carter. "But come now, missy, I'm not goin' to lave you in the lurch thataway. And first an' foremost Connolly's farm is away over yonder, two miles from Trimleston House in the opposite direction; you took the wrong road from the first."
"Oh!" groaned Terry; "and must I go home straight with Jocko's knees broken, and without the eggs?"