"You must see amazing changes at Old Place," she said musingly. "The rest
of Beechfield has altered comparatively little, but Old Place is very
different, with George gone, and all those young people who were children
when you went away, grown up. As for Timmy, he was little more than a
baby ten years ago."
"Timmy is my godson," said Radmore quickly. Her allusion to George had
cut him.
Miss Pendarth turned on him rather sharply. "Of course I know that! I
remember his christening as if it was yesterday. It must be twelve or
thirteen years ago. I can see you and Betty standing by the font--" and
then she stopped abruptly, while Radmore blushed hotly under his tan.
He said hastily: "Timmy's a dear little chap, but I confess I can't make
him out sometimes."
Miss Pendarth turned and looked at him. She knew everything there was to
know about Timmy Tosswill. His mother had early confided in her, and she
never spoke of the child to other people. Like so many gossips, when
really trusted with a secret, Miss Pendarth could keep a confidence--none
better.
But she felt that Godfrey Radmore was entitled to know the little she
could tell him, so "Timmy is a very queer child," she said slowly, "but
I can't help thinking, Mr.
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