She would have given a great deal to have been left alone
just then to have her cry out, but Timmy's scared little face touched
her.
"I can't think why you did it," she sobbed. "I always thought you were
such an intelligent boy. Oh, Timmy, surely you understood how angry it
would make Jack and Rosamund if you brought Josephine back now, to-day?"
"I never thought of them," he said woefully. "We were so happy,
Mum--Godfrey, Betty and I. Oh, why are people so horrid?"
"Why are people so selfish?" she asked sadly. "I'm surprised at Betty; I
should have thought that she, at least, would have understood that the
cat must stay away a little longer."
"It wasn't Betty's fault," said Timmy hastily. He waited a moment, then
added cunningly, "It was really Mr. Trotman's fault; he said Josephine
ought to come home."
But his mother went on a little wildly: "It isn't an easy job, taking
over another woman's children--and doing the very best you can for them!
To-day, Timmy, you've made me feel as if I was sorry that I ever did it."
"Sorry that you married Daddy?" asked Timmy in an awe-struck voice.
Janet Tosswill nodded.
"Sorry that I was ever born?" cried Timmy.
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