She drew my head up to her lap, and put her face down to me: "You like to be with us, don't you, Joe?
Stay in the house as much as you like.

Jack doesn't mind, though he speaks so sharply.

When you get tired of us go out in the garden and have a romp with Jim." But I must return to the conversation I referred to.

It was one fine June day, and Mrs.Morris was sewing in a rocking-chair by the window.

I was beside her, sitting on a hassock, so that I could look out into the street.