She introduced the stranger as Mr. Grayson and called him Tim . They seemed to be excellent friends . Roger sat bolt upright on the edge of a fragile , gilded chair which Freda kept to hide a shabby spot in the carpet , and glared at Tim until the latter said goodbye and lounged out . `` You 'll be over tomorrow ? '' said Freda . `` Ca n't I come this evening ? '' he pleaded . Freda nodded . `` Yes -- and we 'll make taffy . You used to make such delicious stuff , Tim . '' `` Who is that fellow , Freda ? '' Roger inquired crossly , as soon as the door closed . Freda began to make a fresh pot of chocolate . She smiled dreamily as if thinking of something pleasant . `` Why , that was Tim Grayson -- dear old Tim . He used to live next door to us when we were children . And we were such chums -- always together , making mud pies , and getting into scrapes . He is just the same old Tim , and is home from the west for a long visit . I was so glad to see him again . '' `` So it would appear , '' said Roger grumpily .
`` Well , now XXXXX ` dear old Tim ' is gone , I suppose I can have my own chair , can I ?
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