"It proves how very little one really knows of human nature." She sighed,
but it was a happy sigh. "I was beginning to believe that he would never
what Timmy calls 'pop,' and yet the poor fellow was only waiting to be a
little forward in the world. Someone's left him L100, so he felt he could
embark on the great adventure. Your father and I have already talked it
over a little"--she turned to Betty--"and we think we could squeeze out
L100 a year somehow."
"I think we could," said Betty, hesitatingly. "After all, L1 is now only
what 8/- was before the War."
"But not to us," cried Janet; "not to us!"
And then, to the utter discomfiture of both her companions, she began to
laugh and cry together.
Godfrey rushed over to the sink. He took up a cup, filled it with water,
rushed back to where Janet was standing, shaking, trembling all over,
making heroic efforts to suppress her mingled tears and laughter, and
dashed the water into her face.
"Thank you," she gasped; "thank you, Godfrey! I'm all right now. I may as
well tell you both the truth. There's been a row--an awful row--between
Jack and Timmy, and it thoroughly upset me. It was only over the
cat--over Josephine--but of course it proved that what Betty and I were
talking about this morning is true.
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