I wonder if we ought to have thanked him for them?
After all, we don't _know_ that they came from him. The only present we
_know_ came from him was Flick."
"And a damned silly present, too!" observed Jack, drily.
"Do you think he's still in love with Betty?" asked Rosamund.
"Of course he's not. If he was, he would have written to her, not to
Timmy. Nine years is a long time in a man's life," observed Jack
sententiously.
"My hat! yes!" exclaimed Tom. "Poor Betty!"
Jack got up, and made a movement as if he were thinking of going out
through the window into the garden. So Timmy, with a swift, sinuous
movement, withdrew from the curtain, and edging up against the outside
wall of the house, walked unobtrusively back into the drawing-room.
When his mother--who had gone out to find something for Betty to take
into the village--came back, she was pleased and surprised to find her
little son working away as if for dear life.
CHAPTER V
Close on eight that same evening, Timmy Tosswill stood by the open centre
window of the long drawing-room, hands duly washed, and his generally
short, rough, untidy hair well brushed, whistling softly to himself.
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