And then again Timmy intervened.
"I know more about her than any one of you do. But I don't mean to tell you what I know," he announced.
No one took any notice of him. By common consent efforts were always made in the family circle to keep Timmy down—but such efforts were rarely successful.
"Well, tell us what's she like?" exclaimed Rosamund. "I did so hope we should escape another widow."
She had hoped for a nice, well-to-do couple, with at least one grown-up son preferably connected, in some way, with the stage.
Dolly Tosswill, still standing, looked down at her audience.
"She's quite unlike what I thought she would be," she began. "For one thing, she's quite young, and she's awfully pretty and unusual-looking. You'd notice her anywhere."
"Did you meet her in the post-office?" asked Betty.
"No, at church. She only arrived this morning, and she said she felt so lonely and miserable that when she heard the bell ring she thought she'd go along and see what our church was like."
"Oh, then she's 'pi'?" in a tone of disgust from Rosamund.