“If you please, Mr. Raymond would be glad to have the morning paper back again if Mrs. Jackson has quite finished with it,” she said politely, relieved that it was late enough in the day for “the girl” to open the door of the Jackson establishment to her, instead of one of the family.
Five minutes later she was again confronting Grandpapa, this time feeling triumphant and highly pleased with herself.
“I’ve got it, Grandpapa!”
Grandpapa’s claw-like old hand shot out and snatched at the newspaper.
“What’s the date on it?” he demanded.
Lydia read it aloud.
“That’s to-day’s all right.”
“I went round and asked——” began Lydia, desirous of exploiting her resourcefulness.
“That’ll do, me dear. Never spoil an achievement by a long story about it,” said Grandpapa. “I asked for the paper and you’ve brought it. That’s quite enough.”
“Yes, Grandpapa,” said Lydia submissively.