She told herself that, although it might be difficult to get it down again, it would not be impossible and at least he was not throwing stones at the others, which yesterday had ended with two cracked windows.
“I have tidied the room,” she said to Billy, who was now sitting happily on the floor playing with his woollen ball. “Now I will put on your warm clothes and we will all go for a long walk.”
She knew of old that exercise was the best way of curbing the exuberance of the older children and she was thinking that, as Billy was becoming too heavy for her to carry very far, she would have to take him in his pushcart.
The door opened, but she did not glance round, thinking that it was either Mrs. Bredon or the daily woman who came in to do the rough work, but often left the place roughe
