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"Good enough!" whispered Reade, eyeing the bottle with cordial interest. Then he noiselessly approached the house, laying the brick on the grass under one of the front windows. "Now, Timmy, you slip around to the back of the house," whispered the young schemer. "Just as soon as you hear a crash you watch your swiftest chance to slip into the house and upstairs to bed. Understand?" "Sure!
And you remember, he used always to know what time you were coming to call when we were in San Francisco." Owing to Timmy, they were spared a meeting on the veranda, and Angela did not offer to take her visitor into the house yet. There were some quiet places in the garden in the deep shadow of trees, where she could say what she had to say better than between four walls.
She looked ruffled and he told himself, a little maliciously, that she was not unlike a lazy, rather incompetent, housemaid. "If it's Timmy you want," she continued, "I'll go and see if he can come." "Please don't trouble. I'll find him all right." Radmore went out into the passage.
"Well, it seems that, while I was helping Timmy Finbrink out of his difficulties, and afterwards tried to fool you with the fake window-breaking, some of the Central fellows had been down at Ritchie's playing tick-tack on one of his front windows. Tick-tack is a stupid game, and it got me into a mess that night. "It seems that Mr.
Timmy, my boy! we've got you where we want you, I guess," he exulted, and, with a whoop and still increasing his speed, he drew past the boy. But Cameron, who was narrowly observing the combatants and their work, called out again: "Don't worry, Tim, you're doing nice clean work and doing it easily."
Hardly conscious that he was doing so, Radmore turned round, and began walking quietly on along the dark road, with Timmy trotting by his side. "What I believed," he muttered, half to himself, "was that George was safe in India, and probably not even allowed to volunteer." "George never went to India," said Timmy soberly.
Timmy Willie crept in through a hole in the wicker-work, and after eating some peas Timmy Willie fell fast asleep. He awoke in a fright, while the hamper was being lifted into the carrier's cart. Then there was a jolting, and a clattering of horse's feet; other packages were thrown in; for miles and miles jolt jolt jolt! and Timmy Willie trembled amongst the jumbled up vegetables.
He was born an idiot and he will live and die an idiot. Nothing can change that. Timmy goes, and that's final." He clamped his mouth shut and turned toward the kitchen where he knew his son sat, a stupid lump that couldn't even crawl of its own volition. The stupid lump stood firmly in the doorway, an uncertain, placating smile on its lips, a pup cradled in the slender arms. "Jerry?
The Tosswills had been great people for private theatricals, charades, and so on Timmy's own mother being a really good actress and an excellent mimic, but she did not often now indulge in an exhibition of her powers. At last Timmy looked round at the clock. It was ten minutes to eight, and his mother would not be down for another five minutes. So he went back to the window.
They immediately carried the bench out into the night. The two women followed; a hideous need of haste seemed to possess them all. The rain was falling heavily again. "It's higher," said Miss Carter, in a dead tone. Belle eyed the water nervously. "You couldn't push Timmy acrost on that bench?" she ventured.
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