But there had been a certain
dreadful day when...
Betty turned round, surprised at the child's stillness and silence. Timmy
was standing half in and half out of the long French windows staring at
something his sister could not see.
Then, all at once, Betty's heart seemed to stop still. She heard a voice,
familiar in a sense, and yet so unlike the voice of which she had once
known every inflection.
"Hullo! I do believe I see Timothy Godfrey Radmore Tosswill!" and the
window for a moment was darkened by a tall, stalwart figure, which looked
as if it were two sizes larger than that which Betty remembered.
The stranger took up Timmy's slight, thin figure as easily as a little
girl takes up a doll, and now he was holding his godson up in the air,
looking up at him with a half humorous, half whimsical expression, while
he exclaimed:--"I can't think where you came from? You've none of the
family's good looks, and you haven't a trace of your mother!"
Then he set Timmy down rather carefully and delicately on the edge of the
shabby Turkey carpet, and stepped forward, into the dining-room.
"I wonder if I may have a cup of tea? Is Preston still here?"
"Preston's married.
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