The little boy felt surprised.

"Who can they be ?" was his immediate thought.
As far as he could make out the one was an elderly-looking gentleman--Timmy could just see the rough grey Norfolk jacket and knickerbockers--by whose side there walked, sedately, a wire-haired terrier.

What an extraordinary thing! Surely that dog, walking by the stranger, was _Flick_--Flick, having escaped from the stable, and behaving for all the world as if the stranger were his master.

But again there fell on his ears Flick's distant squeals of anger and annoyance and he felt a queer sensation of relief.
Timmy turned his attention to the other figure, that of the young lady who, dressed all in black, tripped gracefully along by the side of her companion.

Evidently some tiresome old gentleman, and his equally tiresome daughter.