"
"He _is_ foolish about her," said Timmy positively. "Even Nanna
thinks"--he waited a moment, then said carefully--"that he is past
praying for. She said yesterday to Betty that there were some things
prayers didn't help in at all, and that love was one of them. She says
that Jack's heart has gone out of his own keeping. Isn't that a funny
idea, Mum?"
"It is a terrible idea," and, a little to her own surprise, tears rose to
Janet Tosswill's eyes. Timmy, looking up into her face, felt his heart
swell with anger against the person who was causing his mother to look as
she was looking now.
He moved away a little bit, as if aware that what he was going to say
would not meet with her approval, and then he said in a peculiar voice,
a defiant, obstinate voice which she knew well: "I do wish that Mrs.
Crofton would die--I do hate her so!"
Janet Tosswill looked straight into her little son's face. She felt that
she had perhaps made a mistake in treating Timmy as if he were grown up.
"My dear," she said very gravely, "remember the Bible says--'Thou shalt
not kill.'"
"Of course I know _that_,"--he spoke with a good deal of scorn. "Of
course I want her to die a _natural_ death.
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