Who was this Miss Redstone?
What would Mrs.Avory do under the same circumstances?
she was asking herself.

"Which house ?" she inquired at last.
"That one," said the little anxious servant, pointing to the neatest and brightest little house you ever saw, with dazzling steps and a shining knocker, and a poor little pathetic face peering hopefully over the blind.
The pathetic little face settled it.

"All right," Janet said at once, and, calling the others together and telling Kink to wait for them outside the town, she led them in.
They were shown into a tiny and spotless parlour, with woolwork footstools, where after a moment or so they were joined by Miss Redstone, the little old lady whom Janet had seen at the window, but whose face was now smiling and contented.
"You must think me very strange, my dears," she said, "but I will explain.

I am Godfrey Fairfax." A dreadful silence fell on the room.

The children looked at each other shamefacedly, and almost in fear, for they thought the little old lady must be mad.
As for her, she again looked the picture of woe.