"Through all your doubles?"
"Through all the doubles that lead me to my—earth!"
A dainty merry little face looked in at my window. "Oh, I've tracked you at last, Jenny!"
"Is everybody tracking me?" asked Jenny, her eyes mischievously mocking. "Run round to the door and come in, Margaret." She added quickly to me, "I'm glad she didn't come when they were here. I'm saving her up till to-morrow!"
The child came in and ran to Jenny. "Oh, what a delightful little room, Mr. Austin! Did my father ever come here?"
"Yes, pretty often," I answered. "We were friends, you know."
"Yes, and he hadn't many friends. Had he, Jenny?"
Jenny stooped down and kissed her. "Come, we'll go for our walk—to look at Hatcham Ford," she said.
"Shall we go inside?"
"It's all shut up," said Jenny.