CHAPTER XXVIII
Timmy went straight home. He entered the house by one of the back ways
and crept upstairs. Late that afternoon he had gratified Nanna by sharing
her high tea, and so he was not expected in the dining-room.
He felt intensely excited--what perhaps an older person would have called
uplifted. He wandered about the corridors of the roomy old house, his
hands clasped behind his back, thinking over and exulting in his great
achievement. He felt just a little bit uneasy as to the contents of the
letter Mrs. Crofton had said she would write explaining her departure. As
to certain things, Timmy Tosswill was still very much of a child. He
wondered why their enemy, for so he regarded her, should think it
necessary to write to anyone, except perhaps to Rosamund, who, after all,
had been her "pal." He was disagreeably aware that his mother would not
have approved of the method he had used to carry out what he knew to be
her ardent wish, and he wondered uncomfortably if Mrs. Crofton would
"give him away."
At last he opened the door of what was now his godfather's bedroom, and
walked across to the wide-open window. All at once there came over him a
feeling of wondering joy.
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