eye, a lot more.â
She cleared away the plates and glasses, watching the crestfallen lad out of the corner of her eye. âShall we say that you can stay here for a few days, then? I donât think those bullies will bother coming âround to harass me if they see Ned wandering in the garden.â
Ben brightened up immediately. âOh, thank you, marm! Nedâll keep them away and Iâll help you âround the house and do your shopping for you, and I can pay for lodgings, too. I have money, you know. . . .â
Mrs. Winn held up her hand, cutting Ben off frostily. âPlease, Iâm not rich, but I have enough to get by on with Captain Winnâs pension. Iâm not beholden to anybody, and I donât need you to pay meâIâm allowing you to stay here as a friend.â
Ned passed a thought to his master. âWhat a nice old lady Winnie is. This place feels just like home, whatever homeâs supposed to feel like. Donât forget to thank her for me. Iâve been trying to talk with that cat, Horatio, but heâs not got much to say for himself. It must be with his having no other creatures to speak to that heâs lost the art of conversation, poor fellow.â
Ben answered the dogâs thoughts. âWell, when you do finally get chatting together, see what you can find out from him. It might give us a clue as to why weâve been sent here.â
Mrs. Winn tapped Benâs shoulder. âAre you listening to what Iâm saying, young man?â
âWhat, oh, er, sorry, Miz Winn. I must have dozed off!â
The old lady chuckled. âHmm, you looked as if you were ready to drop off there, sitting and staring at the dog. I was just saying that you and Ned could take the rear upstairs bedroom. I sleep down here in the small sitting room nowadays. My left legâs not too good, I need help getting upstairs. Perhaps youâd best go and take a nap. Thereâs a nice bathroom up there, too.â
Ben rose gratefully. âThank you, Miz Winn. Thanks for everything from both of us. I think I will take a bath and a nap.â
The old lady took Benâs hand. âHelp me upstairs and Iâll show you your room. Iâll have dinner ready for you both at seven. Come on, Ned, good boy!â
The Labrador looked questioningly at Ben. âI donât mind the nap, but a bathâs out of the question. Itâs not half an hour since I had a good scratch and lick!â
Ben tugged at the black Labâs tail as they went upstairs. âMiz Winn means me, not you!â
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It was a comfortable room with a soft, old-fashioned bed. Ben picked up a framed sepia photograph from the bedside table. A young man and woman with two small boys stood on a palm-fronded verandah. The boy studied it. âHmm, looks like India or Ceylon, some sort of plantation.â
Mrs. Winn was mildly surprised at her strange guestâs knowledge, yet looking at his wise blue eyes, it seemed right somehow that he should know about the photograph. âYour second guess was correct, Ben. Itâs Ceylon. Thatâs my son Jim with his familyâhe manages a tea plantation for a British company out there. Iâve not yet seen his wife Lilian, or the children. That photograph is all I have of them. Maybe someday theyâll come over for a visit. . . .â
Mrs. Winn suddenly looked very sad, and she sighed. âStill, maybe it would be better for me if they stayed in Ceylon.â
Ben became curious. âWhy do you say that, Winnie?â
She shuffled slowly out of the room as she replied. âIâll tell you at dinner. Stay where you are, lad, I can manage going downstairs on my own quite well.â
After a good hot bath, Ben dressed in a clean change of clothing from his canvas bag and lay on the bed, watching a shaft of late day sunlight on the floral wallpaper. Bird-song from the garden and the distant rumble of a train sounded
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