“Oh!  Nana, she did make a funny me-ow!  I just said to her, Now, Spottie, wouldn’t you like to go in my box? and she said, Yes; and I made her such a comfy bed, and then I stuck all those frocks on the top of her to keep her warm.  Why did you let her out, Nana?”

“You little mischief,” said Nana, “do you know you might have smothered poor little Spot?  And look at all these frocks; do you think I have got nothing better to do than to tidy up after your tricks?”

But nurse never knew how to be very hard upon Olly; so all she did was to set him up on a high chair with a picture-book, where she could see all he was doing.  There was no saying what he might take a fancy to pack up next if she didn’t keep an eye on him.

Well, presently all the packing was done, and Milly and Olly had gone to say good-bye to Fraeulein, and to Jacky and Francis.  Wednesday evening came, and they were to start early on Thursday morning.  Olly begged nurse to put him to bed very early, that he might “wake up krick”—­quick was a word Olly never could say.  So to bed he went at half-past six, and his head had scarcely touched the pillow two minutes before he had gone cantering away into dreamland, and was seeing all the sights and hearing all the delicious stories that children do see and hear in dreamland, though they don’t always remember them when they wake up.  Both Milly and he woke up very early on Thursday morning; and directly his eyes were open Olly jumped out of bed like an india-rubber ball, and began to put on his stockings in a terrible hurry.  The noise of his jump woke nurse, and she called out in a sleepy voice: 

“Get into bed again, Master Olly, directly.  It is only just six o’clock, and I can’t have you out of bed till seven.  You’ll only be under my feet, and in everybody’s way.”

“Nana, I won’t be in anybody’s way,” exclaimed Olly, running up to her and scrambling on to her bed with his little bare toes half way into his stockings.  “I can’t keep still in my bed all such a long time.  There’s something inside of me, Nana, keeps jumping up and down, and won’t let me keep still.  Now, if I get up, you know, Nana, I can help you.”

“Help me, indeed!” said nurse, kissing his little brown face, or as much of it as could be seen through his curls.  “A nice helping that would be.  Come back to bed, sir, and I’ll give you some picture-books till I’m ready to dress you.”

So back to bed Master Olly went, sorely against his will, and there he had to stay till nurse and Milly were dressed, and the breakfast things laid.  Then nurse gave him his bath and dressed him, and put him up to eat his bread and milk while she finished the packing.  Olly was always very quiet over his meals, and it was the only time in the day when he was quiet.