What sort of a woman is Miss--" she hesitated, "Pendarth ?" Timmy and Radmore looked at one another, but neither spoke for a moment.
Then Radmore answered, rather drily:--"In my time, Miss Pendarth was the greatest gossip and busy-body within a radius of thirty miles.

She must be an old woman now." "Oh, I don't think she would like you to call her that!" exclaimed Timmy, and both his grown-up auditors laughed.

But Enid Crofton felt a little disappointed, for on Miss Pendarth's card had been written the words:--"I look forward to making your acquaintance.

I think I must have known Colonel Crofton many years ago.

There was a Cecil Crofton who was a great friend of my brother's--they joined the Ninetieth on the same day." She had rather hoped to find a kindly friend and ally in the still unknown caller.
And then, as if answering her secret thought, Radmore observed carelessly:--"It's wrong to prejudice you against Miss Pendarth; I've known her do most awfully kind things.