Crofton's ex-man-servant utter in the stable-yard of The Trellis House.
At last Miss Pendarth opened the door giving into the garden, and Timmy,
jumping up, hurried down the path toward the house. He then saw that she
held a neat-looking brown paper roll in her hand, and over the roll was
slipped an india-rubber band.
"I thought it a pity to waste a big envelope," she observed, "so I have
done up the newspaper and my note to your mother into a roll. Will you
please ask your mother to put it back exactly as it is now--with the
india-rubber band round it? These bands have become so very expensive.
She need not send it back. I will call for it to-morrow morning about
twelve. Mind you give it to her at once, Timmy. I don't want to have a
thing like that left lying about."
Timmy slipped into Old Place by a back way often used by the young
people, for it was opposite a garden door set in the high brick wall
which gave on to one of the by-ways of the village.
But instead of seeking out his mother, as he ought at once to have done,
he went upstairs and so into what had been the day nursery. There he
locked the door, and having first put Nanna's Bible on the big, round
table, at which as a baby boy he had always sat in his high chair, he
went over to the corner where Josephine was peacefully reposing with her
kittens, and sat down on the floor by the cat's basket.
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