"But it ain't the same.

You wants a home of your own, my dear.

That's what it is.

What's become of t'other gentleman what used to be down here ?" Mab almost laughed at the artlessness of this query.
"Mr.Merefleet, you mean?
I don't know.

I guess he's making some more money." At this point old Quiller, who had been toddling about in the November sunshine outside, pushed open the door in a state of breathless excitement.
"Here's Master Bernard coming, missie," he announced.
Mab started to her feet, her face in a sudden, marvellous glow.
"There now!" said Mrs.Quiller, relieving her of her precious burden.
"Who'd have thought it?
You'd better go and talk to him." And Mab stepped out into the soft sunshine.