Miss Timmins finally flounced back into the kitchen where they heard her venting her anger and chagrin on the kitchen help.
Mr. Timmins, this is Jack Robson, who sails with us as a midshipman.
Little Mr. Timmins evidently thinks that Hat suits him down to the Ground!
Hold your tongue, Timmins; as if your being there would have done any good?
But Timmins was superstitious, and that groan haunted her, and so she went back to the closet to listen.
