rts he did
not in the least believe that it would all come right. He knew well
enough that Godfrey Radmore, after that dramatic exit to Australia, had
cut himself clean off from all his friends. He was coming back now as
that wonderful thing to most people--a millionaire. Was it likely, so
the worldly-wise old doctor asked himself, that a man whose whole
circumstances had so changed, ever gave a thought to that old boyish love
affair with Betty Tosswill?--violent, piteous and painful as the affair
had been. But had Betty forgotten? About that the doctor had his doubts,
but he kept them strictly to himself.

He changed the subject abruptly. "It isn't scarlet fever at the
Mortons--only a bit of a red rash. I thought you'd like to know.

"It's good of you to have come and told me," she exclaimed. "I confess
I did feel anxious, for Timmy was there the whole of the day before
yesterday."

"Ah! and how's me little friend?"

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
must have had among ye're ancestresses in the long ago."

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