Cobbett?"
"In a sense, sir," she said apathetically. "I do believe they are. They
was both killed within a month of one another--first Paul, then Pete, as
we called him--so Mr. Cobbett and I be very lonely now."
As Radmore and Timmy walked away from the post-office, Radmore said
a trifle ruefully:--"I wish, Timmy, you had told me about those poor
people's sons. I'm afraid--I suppose--that a good many boys never came
back to Beechfield."
He now felt that everything was indeed changed in the lovely, peaceful
little Surrey village.
"I expect," said Timmy thoughtfully, "that the most sensible thing you
could do"--(he avoided calling Radmore by name, not knowing whether he
was expected to address him as "godfather," "Godfrey," or "Major
Radmore")--"before we see anybody else, would be to take a look at the
Shrine. You have plenty of matches with you, haven't you?"
"The Shrine?" repeated Radmore hesitatingly.
"Yes, _you_ know?"
But somehow Radmore didn't know.
They walked on in the now fast gathering darkness through a part of the
village where the houses were rather spread out. And suddenly, just
opposite the now closed, silent schoolhouse and its big playground, Timmy
stopped and pointed up to his right.
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