With the forefinger of his right hand he began tracing an imaginary pattern on the blue serge skirt which covered her knee.
She looked around apprehensively.

Yes, the door was shut.

She remembered that Dr.O'Farrell had told her never to encourage the child's confidences, but, on the other hand, never to check them.
"I first saw him the evening she came to supper," Timmy mumbled.

"They were walking together down the avenue.

I thought he was a real old gentleman.