Still he had a pleasant feeling when he saw the blaze of Hatton hearthfire brightening the dark shadows of the dripping trees.

And he suddenly sent his boyish "hello" before him, so it was Mrs.Hatton herself who opened the big hall door, who stood in the glow of the hall lamp to welcome him, and who between laughing and scolding sent him to his old room to change his wet clothing.
He came back to her with a smile and a dry coat, saying, "Dear mother, you keep all the same upstairs.

There isn't pin nor paper moved since I left my room." "Of course I keep all the same.

I would feel very lonely if I hadn't thy room and Harry's to look into.

They are not always empty.