Above it were two good bedrooms--the one still called "George's room," over-looked the garden, and had a charming view of bracken-covered hill beyond.
Timmy opened the door with a flourish, and Radmore saw at once that only one of the two beds was made up; otherwise the room was exactly the same, with this one great outstanding difference--that it had a curiously unlived-in look.

The dark green linoleum on the floor appeared a thought more worn, the old rug before the fireplace a thought more shabby--still, how well things lasted, in the old country! He walked across to one of the windows, and the sight of the garden below now in its full autumn beauty, seemed to bring Janet Tosswill vividly before him.
"Your mother as great a gardener as ever ?" he asked, without turning round, and Timmy said eagerly:--"I should think she is! And we're going to sell our flowers and vegetables.

_We_ shall get the money now; the Red Cross got it during the war." As his godfather remained silent, the boy went on insistently:--"Fifteen shillings a week clear profit is L40 a year, and Mum thinks it will come to more than that." Radmore turned round.
"I wonder if any of you have yet met a lady who's just come to live here--Mrs.Crofton ?" "Oh, yes, we've met her; in fact she's been to supper." Timmy spoke without enthusiasm, but Radmore did not notice that.
"I was wondering if you and I could go round and see her between now and dinner ?" "I _think_ I could." There was a doubtful touch in Timmy's voice.

He knew quite well he ought to stay and help his sister to wash up the tea-things and do certain other little jobs, but he also knew that if he asked Betty to let him off, she would.
"I shan't be a minute," he exclaimed, and a moment later Radmore heard the little feet pattering down the carpetless back stairs, and then scampering up again.
Timmy ran in breathlessly.

"It's all right!" he exclaimed, "I can go with you--Mrs.Crofton has got The Trellis House--I'll show you the way there." "Show me the way there ?" repeated Radmore.