"Come on, Momsy!" said her big boy. "I'm not afraid. If worse comes to worst, it won't be so long before I can support you and the kids, anyway."
Now Janice thought that was a very nice speech and she remembered to tell daddy about it afterward.
They went into the living room and Mr. Day introduced Mrs.
Carringford to his companion. The latter looked hard at Gummy.
"What is your name, boy?" he asked rather sternly.
"Carringford, too, sir," said Gummy, politely.
"The whole of it!" commanded the lawyer.
"Er—Gumswith Carringford," said the boy, with flashing eye but cheeks that would turn red.
"Indeed?" returned the lawyer, staring oddly at Gummy. "You are something of a boy, I take it." Then he wheeled to confront Mrs. Carringford.
"I am told," Mr. Payne said, "that your husband was Alexander
Carringford, of Cleveland?"
The woman was somewhat surprised, but said that that statement was correct. She could not see, during the next few minutes' cross-examination, what these questions had to do with that little cottage in Mullen Lane, and whether her family was to be turned out of it or not.