Crofton
hesitatingly. The delicate colour in her cheeks deepened. "One day he
began to talk about himself, and he told me about Beechfield, what a
beautiful village it was, how devoted he was to you all!"
Janet Tosswill glanced at the clock. "It's already five minutes past
eight!" she exclaimed. "I must go and hurry my young people--their father
likes them to be absolutely punctual. The gong will go in a minute."
After his mother had left the room, Timmy crept up close to the sofa,
and so suddenly appeared, standing with his hands behind his back, before
the visitor. She felt just a little startled; she had not known the
strange-looking boy was still there. Then she told herself quickly that
this surely must be Godfrey Radmore's godson--the child to whom he had
sent one of her late husband's puppies.
There came over pretty Mrs. Crofton a slight feeling of apprehension and
discomfiture--she could not have told why.
"When did you last see my godfather?" he asked abruptly, in an unchildish
voice, and with a quaintly grown-up manner.
"Your godfather?" she repeated hesitatingly, and yet she knew quite well
who he meant.
"I mean Major Radmore," he explained.
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