"Then I'll see to the shooting of the brute this very
minute!"
Quick as thought, Timmy rushed back to the door and turned the key in the
lock. Then he bounded again to the open window. "Mum!" he screamed at the
top of his voice. "Come here--I'm frightened!"
Janet Tosswill, walking quickly across the lawn, was horrified at the
look of angry despair on the child's face.
"What's happened?" she asked, and then, suddenly, she saw Jack's blazing
eyes.
"J-Janet," he began, stuttering in his rage, "either that cat is shot
to-day, or I leave this house for ever."
Even in the midst of poor Janet's agitation, she could not help smiling
at the melodramatic tone in which the usually self-contained Jack uttered
his threat. Still--
"It was very, very wrong of you, Timmy, to bring back your cat to-day,"
she said sternly. "Had I known there was any idea of such a thing I
should have absolutely forbidden it. Josephine is not fit to come back
here yet; you know what Dr. O'Farrell said."
The colour was coming back into Timmy's face. He had a touching belief in
his mother's power of saving him from the consequences of his own naughty
actions.
"I'm very sorry," he began whimperingly.
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