Crofton, had asked these two people in to supper. If that was
so, Timmy, who was as much at home in the kitchen as in the drawing-room,
knew that there would not be quite enough to go round comfortably. This
was all the more irritating, as he himself was looking forward to-night
to tasting, for the first time, an especially delicious dish. This was
lobster pie, for which Old Place had been famed before the War, but
which, owing to the present price of lobsters, was among the many
delightful things which the War had caused to vanish from poor little
Timmy's world. One of the few sensible people in the world who know
what other people really like in the way of a present had sent by
parcels-post a lot of lobsters to Timmy's mother--hence the coming
lobster pie to-night.
Realising that the strangers must be very near the front door by now, he
edged towards the door of the drawing-room, meaning to make a bolt for it
into what was still called the schoolroom. He did not wish to be caught
by himself in the drawing-room. But he was caught, for the door suddenly
opened, and his mother came in.
Janet Tosswill "paid for dressing" as the old saying is. She looked
charming to-night, in a rather bright blue evening dress, and Timmy,
slipping his hand into hers, said softly: "You do look nice, Mum.
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