"I--well, you can scarcely be expected to understand how this idea of a home takes hold of a man who has none." "Yes, I do," she said.
"All this--" he paused, leisurely, to select his words--"all this--you--the children--that jolly nursery--" he stopped again, looking out of the window; and his sister looked at him through eyes grown misty.
"There is no reason," she said, "why you should not call this house home." "N-no reason.

Thank you.

I will--for a few days." "_No_ reason, dear," she insisted.

"We are your own people; we are all you have, Phil!--the children adore you already; Austin--you know what he thinks of you; and--and I--" "You are very kind, Ninette." He sat partly turned from her, staring at the sunny window.

Presently he slid his hand back along the bed-covers until it touched and tightened over hers.