The room was warm.

Everything felt free of care and anxiety.

There was a sense of plenty in the house.
While the boys were reading, Mrs.Morel went into the garden.

They were now in another house, an old one, near the Scargill Street home, which had been left soon after William had died.

Directly came an excited cry from the garden: "Paul! Paul! come and look!" It was his mother's voice.