Well ?" "It's about a boy," harked back poor Tilda.

"He's called Arthur Miles Surname Chandon--an' he was born at a place called Kingsand, if that's any 'elp--an' there's somebody wants to see 'im most particular." "Come indoors." Doctor Glasson said it sharply, at the same time turning right about and leading the way towards the house.

Tilda followed, while behind her the excluded 'Dolph yapped and flung himself against the gate.

But the gate was lined on the inside with wire-netting, and the garden wall was neither to be leapt nor scaled.
In the porch Dr.Glasson stood aside to let the servant precede them into the house, looked after her until she vanished down the length of a dark passage that smelt potently of soapsuds and cabbage-water, and motioned the child to step within.

She obeyed, while her terror and the odours of the house together caught her by the throat.