to the grass hoping to elude her sharp eyes and ears, but she had already
seen him.

"Hullo, Timmy!" she called out cheerfully. "What have you been doing with
yourself all this time?"

"I've been sitting reading in the stable-yard of The Trellis House."

"That seems rather a funny thing to do, when you might have been here
helping your Mummy," but she said the words very kindly. Then suddenly
the mention of The Trellis House reminded her of Godfrey Radmore. "I've
got a great piece of news!" she exclaimed. "Guess who's coming here to
spend the week-end with us, Timmy?"

He looked at her gravely and said:--"I think I know, Mum."

She felt taken aback, as she so often was with her strange little son.

"I don't think you do," she cried briskly.

"I think it's"--he hesitated a moment--"Major Radmore, my godfather."

She was very, very surprised. Then her quick Scotch mind fastened on the
one unfamiliar word. "Why _Major_ Radmore?" she asked.

Timmy looked a little confused. "I--I don't know," he muttered
unwillingly. "I thought he was a soldier, Mum."

"Of course he _was_ a soldier. But he isn't a soldier now."