Then she turned to her father.
"I think you wish him to stay, sir," she said, "and the wish seems right to me.

Our narrow quarters limit our hospitality in quality, but not in intent.

We can offer him nothing but the little alcove behind the blanket." She inclined her head toward the blanket, which Dick had not noticed before.

It hung near the bed and, wishing to cause this household little trouble, he said: "Then I assume that you will shelter me for the night, and, if I may, I will go at once to my room." Colonel Woodville lowered his head upon the pillow and laughed softly.
"A lad of spirit.

A lad of spirit, I repeat," he said.