Janet Tosswill looked around--but no, there was no one in the corridor of
which the door, giving into the hall, was wide open.

"He's gone to do an errand for me in the village."

"The boy is much more normal, eh?" He looked at her questioningly.

"He still says that he sees things," she admitted reluctantly, "though
he's rather given' up confiding in me. He tells old Nanna extraordinary
tales, but then, as you know, Timmy was always given to romancing, and of
course Nanna believes every word he says and in a way encourages him."

The doctor looked at Timmy's mother with a twinkle in his eye. "Nanna
isn't the only one," he observed. "I was told in the village just now
that Master Timmy had scared away the milk from Tencher's cow."

A look of annoyance came over Mrs. Tosswill's face. "I shall have to
speak to Timmy," she exclaimed. "He's much too given to threatening the
village people with ill fortune if they have done anything he thinks
wrong or unkind. The child was awfully upset the other day because he
discovered that the Tenchers had drowned a half-grown kitten."

"He's a queer little chap," observed the old doctor, "a broth of a boy,
if ye'll allow me to say so--I'd be proud of Timmy if I were his mother,
Mrs. Toss!"

"Perhaps I _am_ proud of him," she said smiling, "but still I always tell
John he's a changeling child--so absurdly unlike all the others."

"Ah, but that's where _you_ come in, me good friend. 'Twas a witch you