The dark green linoleum on the floor appeared a thought
more worn, the old rug before the fireplace a thought more shabby--still,
how well things lasted, in the old country!
He walked across to one of the windows, and the sight of the garden below
now in its full autumn beauty, seemed to bring Janet Tosswill vividly
before him.
"Your mother as great a gardener as ever?" he asked, without turning
round, and Timmy said eagerly:--"I should think she is! And we're going
to sell our flowers and vegetables. _We_ shall get the money now; the Red
Cross got it during the war."
As his godfather remained silent, the boy went on insistently:--"Fifteen
shillings a week clear profit is L40 a year, and Mum thinks it will come
to more than that."
Radmore turned round.
"I wonder if any of you have yet met a lady who's just come to live
here--Mrs. Crofton?"
"Oh, yes, we've met her; in fact she's been to supper." Timmy spoke
without enthusiasm, but Radmore did not notice that.
"I was wondering if you and I could go round and see her between now and
dinner?"
"I _think_ I could." There was a doubtful touch in Timmy's voice. He knew
quite well he ought to stay and help his sister to wash up the tea-things
and do certain other little jobs, but he also knew that if he asked Betty
to let him off, she would.
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