'
She tore it up the day after she came here, and threw it in the
waste-paper basket, but her cook took it out of the dustbin, and
that's how I saw it."
"How disgusting!" exclaimed his mother, feeling herself now on firm
ground. "How often have I had to tell you, Timmy, not to go into other
people's kitchens and sculleries? No nice boy, no little gentleman, would
do such a thing. Of course it was seeing that photograph made you believe
you saw Colonel Crofton's--"
She stopped abruptly, for she never, if she could help it, used the word
"ghost," or "spirit," to the child.
"Up to now I've always supposed that animals had no souls, Mum, but now I
know they have. I know another thing, too," but there was a doubtful note
in his voice. "I suppose that ghost-dog hates Mrs. Crofton because she
was so unkind to his master. That's why he makes the other dogs fly at
her, I expect--or d'you think it's just because they're frightened that
they do it?"
Janet Tosswill was an unconventional woman, also she was on terms of very
close kinship with her strange little son. Still, she reddened as she
drew him closer to her and said: "Look here, Timmy, I want to tell you
something.
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