'll go to Mrs. Richardson this
afternoon. I'm afraid I'm getting selfish in my sorrow, and I'll go,
too, and see little Harry Lyon, as I'm over there. I did go once,
you know, but everybody was out. The neighbour said his aunt went out
washing on Mondays, and Harry was sent to the Nursery. I think perhaps
I ought to go."

"Do you?" said her mother with a sigh. "Well, I won't keep you, dear,
but oh, do take Pattie with you, just for companionship. I shouldn't
feel so anxious while you were gone."

"Oh, but the work," said Denys.

Gertrude looked up from the table where she was correcting exercises.

"I'll see to the work," she said. "I shall be at home all day. It's a
pity for mother to feel anxious, and Pattie deserves a change. She's
been awfully good to us."

Denys acquiesced, though she felt that Pattie's company was very
unnecessary, and so, immediately after an early lunch, Pattie and
Denys found themselves stepping out of the train at Mixham Junction.

"I think we'll go to see Harry first," said Denys. "Mrs. Richardson
will want to give us tea and we must not be late."

Pattie followed obediently. Little Harry was but a name to her, for he
came to brighten Tom's life after she had gone out of it, and she had
never heard of Harry's connection with Jane Adams. She knew the road
into which Denys turned, however, well enough, and when Denys stopped
at the very house where Jane Adams lived, she only thought it was a
queer coincidence, and wondered vaguely what she should do if she met
Jane on the stairs.

Denys knocked at the first door in the entry, and asked if the Adams's
were likely to be in, and which their room was.

She thought the woman looked at her curiously, as she gave her the
number on the third floor.

"They're in," she said, with another of those curious looks; "they're
in, 'cept the little girl and the baby. I took 'em to the Nursery to
be out of the way."

Denys passed on and knocked softly at the door indicated, and Pattie
followed trembling, for this was no coincidence--this was reality.

Jim himself opened the door, and when he saw Denys he drew back with a
gasp.

"Is Harry at home?" she asked. "You said I might come and see him."

Jim tried to answer, but no words would come. He drew back for Denys
to enter, however, and Pattie followed her timidly, and Jim closed the
door softly behind them.

Once more he tried to speak--to explain--but Denys did not notice him.
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