"
"I wonder if you could give me the keys of Doryford House?" began
Radmore. "I want to go over it, and we need not trouble you to come with
us."
"I'm supposed always to go up with visitors," she said hesitatingly,
"even if I leaves them there," but she looked troubled at the thought of
leaving her child. Then, all at once, Radmore had a happy inspiration.
"Would you feel easier if we left the little boy we've brought with us in
charge? He's very intelligent. He might sit in your kitchen."
She looked across to where Betty Tosswill and Timmy were standing. "Why,
yes!" she exclaimed, relieved. "If the young gentleman don't mind,
perhaps he would sit with Rosie. 'Tain't nothing infectious, you know,
sir, and it would please her like to have a visitor. She's got a book in
which there's a picture of a little sick girl and someone coming to see
her. She said to me yesterday, 'No one comes to see me, mother, 'cepting
doctor.'"
Radmore went off to the other two.
"The woman evidently feels that she ought to come up herself to the
house. But she's nervous about leaving her little girl. I was wondering
whether Timmy would mind staying and amusing the child? We might have
our picnic in the house itself, if it's in any way possible.
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