"
"There are a good many grown-up people of whom one can say that,"
observed Radmore.
And then, almost as if the other had seen into his mind, Miss Pendarth,
with a touch of significance in her voice, observed musingly: "I fancy
Timmy doesn't much like the pretty young widow who has taken The Trellis
House. The first evening Mrs. Crofton came to see the Tosswills, she got
an awful fright. Timmy's dog, Flick, rushed into the room and began
snarling and growling at her. There was a most disagreeable scene, and
from what one of the girls said the other day, it seems to have
prejudiced the boy against her."
Radmore looked straight into Miss Pendarth's face. Then she hadn't yet
heard about last night?
There was a slight pause.
"Yes," said Radmore at last. "I'm afraid that Timmy does dislike Mrs.
Crofton."
"Perhaps," said Miss Pendarth slowly, "the boy has more reason to dislike
her than we know." As Radmore said nothing, she went on: "Mrs. Crofton is
behaving in a very wrong, as well as in a very unladylike, way with Jack
Tosswill."
Radmore moved uneasily in his seat. It was time for him to escape. This
was the Miss Pendarth of long ago--noted for the spiteful, dangerous
things she sometimes said.
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