Oh, there they are on the chimney-piece! Take them out of the case quick, and give them to me." The next minute Vulcan's patience met with its severest trial, when Terry insisted on adjusting the spectacles on his eyes and nose regardless of his growls of remonstrance.
"Now, Vulcan, darling, you know you couldn't be a proper nurse without your glasses.

How could you read the newspaper or your prayer-book, or sew on the buttons?
It is a pity your nose is so wide at the top, and your eyes go so far round the corners, but it can't be helped.

I'm afraid I shall have to tie them on--" At this moment the door opened and Nurse Nancy appeared.
"Oh, Nursey, isn't he lovely?
Look at him!" cried Terry, running to her.
But Vulcan seemed to know he was now to be put in the wrong.

He jumped up, floundering about in Nurse Nancy's cotton gown, which had got caught from the front so as to enable him to run.
Once out of the room, he vaulted over the little gate, and tumbled down the first flight of stairs, the children hurrying after him in spite of Nurse Nancy's imploring appeals.
Nurse herself was obliged to follow, and, descending, saw him rolling along, tearing her gown into holes in his efforts to get on, the children pursuing him with peals of delighted laughter.
Finally, the excited dog escaped through the open back-door into the yard, where he flopped across, the paving-stones flowing with rain, dragging Nurse's skirts behind him and buffeting her cap with his paws till he got rid of it by rending it into a hundred fragments.
At last Vulcan settled himself back in his kennel with the drenched and ragged remains of Nurse's gown and apron rolled around him, and with an air of thankfulness for his escape from persecution.
The children had followed him to the kennel, and stood dancing round him in the pouring rain.

Nurse Nancy stood at the door exhorting them to come back to her.
"You bad childher, you dreadful childher! Miss Terry, I command you to come in out o' the pours of rain." "It doesn't hurt, Nursey dear; indeed it doesn't," said Terry, as soon as her excitement allowed her to hear the voice; and she came running obediently across the yard.
"Hurt!" cried Nurse angrily, and seized a hand of each of the dripping children, marching them up the stairs in silence and into the nursery, where she deposited them on two chairs and stood looking at them in speechless indignation.
Turly looked defiant; Terry gazed at Nurse with dismay and bewilderment.
"You wicked little girl! I know it was you that did it.