They all spelt money to him--suggesting a good deal more behind.
"Teddy's certainly a man to be looked after," said he to himself.

"He's wasting his time scandalously.

Yet he's clever in his way, is Edward.
He has tucked his family into the big bed snugly, and made the most of his chance that way.

Why--" He had reached this pleasant stage in his reflections when something darted round from a side-walk and collided with him suddenly.
It was Miss Jill, taking an early scamper with her dog, and little dreaming that she was not, as usual, the sole occupant of the grounds.
"Hullo! my little lady," said Mr Ratman, recognising his enemy of yesterday; "you nearly did for me that time.

Come, you'll have to tell me you are sorry, and beg my pardon very prettily." "No, I won't!" exclaimed Jill, and proceeded to run.
Mr Ratman was not beyond a bit of fun himself; besides, he did not quite like to be thus set down by a child of twelve.