She wants to make some blackberry jam." And then there occurred one of those odd incidents which were always happening in connection with Timmy and with which his mother never knew quite how to deal.

He screwed up his queer little face for a moment, shaded his eyes with his hand, and said quietly: "I think Jack is just starting down the drive now.

You'll catch him if you'll open the window and shout to him, Mum--it's no good my going after him--he wouldn't come back for _me_." Janet Tosswill got up from her writing-table.

She opened the nearest window and, stepping out, looked to her right.

Yes, there was Jack's neat, compact figure sprinting down the long, straight avenue towards the gate.