Volume 1, No. 1

Pennington's Dance / Russell... 15

turned into her garden, he saw the curtains flutter behind the front window to the left of the door. "Well someone's seen me anyhow. Perhaps I don't even have to knock. They'd be that glad to see me come round I'm sure. She may have been waiting for this visit for some time. I hope I haven't waited too long. But no, Mrs. Flemming is a woman of unlimited patience, God Bless her." As he was extolling her virtues to himself and congratulating himself on his choice, Mr. Pennington stood in front of the front door, expecting it to be opened even though he had not knocked.
"Well if it's Nora that's seen me, she'd be here standing at the door, but perhaps it was that American granddaughter of hers. Sure she's off to tell Nora of my visit. That's why there's a delay at the door. And sure Nora would want to tidy herself up before seeing me."
Pennington's wife had never told him what a fool he could be sometimes, thinking it easier to live with him that