"
She smiled, touched and pleased, for her child was not given to
compliments. Also, she had told herself, when glancing at her slim,
active figure in the early Victorian cheval glass which had belonged
to her husband's mother, that this blue dress was really _very_
old-fashioned, and would probably appear so to Mrs. Crofton.
In view of Timmy's pleasant compliment, she did not like to ask him if he
had washed his hands and brushed his hair. She could only hope for the
best: "I hope we shall like Mrs. Crofton," she said meditatively. "You
know she's a friend of your godfather, my dear."
"Yes, I know that," he announced, in rather an odd voice, and she felt
just a little surprised. How did Timmy know that? Then she remembered her
husband had read aloud Mrs. Crofton's pretty, well-turned letter--the
letter which explained that the writer was looking out for a country
house, and would like to find one at Beechfield if possible, as her
friend, Godfrey Radmore, had described it as being the most beautiful
village in England.
Timmy let go his mother's hand--then he looked searchingly into her face:
"Do you suppose," he asked, "that my godfather is in love with Mrs.
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