“Who does?” grinned Timmy, now sure of his ground in the present company.
There was a general laugh, under cover of which Polly hastened away to her few remaining tasks.
Upstairs she glanced from a window to see that thunder-caps were assembling in the western sky. She thought of Benedicta’s prophecy, and smiled. Perhaps Lilith and the Doctor might need an umbrella after all. Then she sighed a little—some of the children were always afraid in an electric storm, and once there had been a small panic. She dreaded them on that account.
Down in the kitchen she found Timmy. One could usually be sure of Timmy wherever the housekeeper and cooking were going on.
“Hadn’t you better go out on the veranda?” Polly suggested. “I’m afraid you’ll bother Benedicta. She’s going to can blueberries.”
“Oh, Miss Dudley, I want to see her can blueberries!” was his prompt answer.
“He’s never been too numerous yet,” averred the housekeeper. “When he is I’ll send him away.”
“Can I come, too?” begged Jozy from the doorway.
“No, I think you’d better not,” answered Polly from the stairs.
“Yes, come right in!” called Benedicta.