At last Timmy looked round at the clock. It was ten minutes to eight, and
his mother would not be down for another five minutes. So he went back to
the window. All at once he saw in the gathering twilight, two people
walking up the avenue which led to the house. The little boy felt
surprised. "Who can they be?" was his immediate thought.
As far as he could make out the one was an elderly-looking
gentleman--Timmy could just see the rough grey Norfolk jacket and
knickerbockers--by whose side there walked, sedately, a wire-haired
terrier. What an extraordinary thing! Surely that dog, walking by the
stranger, was _Flick_--Flick, having escaped from the stable, and
behaving for all the world as if the stranger were his master. But again
there fell on his ears Flick's distant squeals of anger and annoyance and
he felt a queer sensation of relief.
Timmy turned his attention to the other figure, that of the young lady
who, dressed all in black, tripped gracefully along by the side of her
companion. Evidently some tiresome old gentleman, and his equally
tiresome daughter. He told himself crossly that his absent-minded,
kind-hearted father, or his incurably hospitable mother, forgetting all
about Mrs.
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