He stepped up on to the grass hoping to elude her sharp eyes and ears, but she had already seen him.
"Hullo, Timmy!" she called out cheerfully.

"What have you been doing with yourself all this time ?" "I've been sitting reading in the stable-yard of The Trellis House." "That seems rather a funny thing to do, when you might have been here helping your Mummy," but she said the words very kindly.

Then suddenly the mention of The Trellis House reminded her of Godfrey Radmore.

"I've got a great piece of news!" she exclaimed.

"Guess who's coming here to spend the week-end with us, Timmy ?" He looked at her gravely and said:--"I think I know, Mum." She felt taken aback, as she so often was with her strange little son.
"I don't think you do," she cried briskly.
"I think it's"-- he hesitated a moment--"Major Radmore, my godfather." She was very, very surprised.