cap. His roars were incessant until it was found
and safely fixed on his head.

Charley once had a very narrow escape of
having his career cut short before he had even
learned how to talk. Our mother was nursing
him one day, when a visitor was suddenly an-
nounced. She hastily stowed away the future
Irish leader in the drawer of a large press, which
she closed without thinking, and hurried to the
drawing-room. When the visitor left, about half
an hour later, she found that she had clean for-
gotten what she had done with Charley, and a
frantic search was made, until muffled yells from
the drawer where he was imprisoned resulted in
his release.

His nurse, Mrs. Twopenny (invariably pro-
nounced by us "Tupny"), was a tall, buxom
Englishwoman, with dark hair and fine hazel eyes.
She was very fond of the scenery around Avon-
dale, and instilled a love of the country into me,
which Charley, however, did not show until later
years.

Mrs. Twopenny, who was a most respectable
woman, quite different from the succession of un-
educated nurses who had charge of us elder
children, was very firm with Charley, but at the
same time very kind to him. She used to lead
him by the hand on her favourite rambles through

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