I shall make munny. We shall
then have a propper cook, and I shall never help Betty wash up any
more. I wish my other godmother would die. She is very genrus and
kind--she would go strait to Heaven. But she is very hellfy.

Poor little Timmy! Dear little unscrupulous child of nature! Would Timmy
wish him, Godfrey Radmore, dead, if some accident were to reveal to him
what a great difference it would make to them all? He hoped not. But he
couldn't feel sure, for, from being well-to-do the Tosswills must have
become poor, painfully and, to his mind, unnaturally poor.

Further search proved the prescription was not in the play-box, and he
went downstairs. Still that same unnatural silence through the house.
Where could Timmy be? Somehow he felt that he wanted to see Timmy and
find out about the nanny-goats. He feared his godson's expectations of
wealth had not been fulfilled, but he supposed that there was a "propper
cook," probably the lack of her had been quite temporary.

He wandered into the drawing-room. In the old days all five sitting-rooms
had been in use. Now four of them were closed, and the drawing-room was
everybody's meeting place. Dolly was there working a carpet-sweeper
languidly.

"Where's everybody?" he asked.

"I think Betty and Timmy are still in the scullery. I don't know where
Rosamund is."

"I suppose _I_ can go into the scullery?"

She looked at him dubiously. "Yes, if you'd like to--certainly. Betty
loves cooking and all that sort of thing. I hate it--so in our division
of labour, I do the other kind of housework." 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. As the baize door, which shut off the
kitchen quarters, opened, he saw his godson and Rosamund before they saw
him, and he heard Rosamund say, in a cross tone: "It only means that
someone else will have to help her; I think it's very selfish of you,
Timmy."

From being full of joy Timmy's face became downcast and sullen.

"Hullo!" Radmore called out, "I want you to show me the garden, Timmy.
Where's Betty?"

"She's in the scullery, of course. I tell you I _have_ done, Rosamund.
You _are_ a cruel pig--"

"Come, Timmy, don't speak to your sister like that."

It ended in the three of them