"I shall eat all the more presently when we get out into the open." He said no more, but finished his own breakfast with businesslike promptitude.
"Mrs.Grimshaw will take you upstairs," he said then, and went to the door to call her.
"Where will you be ?" Doris asked him shyly, as he stood back for her to pass.
"I am going round to the stable," he said.
"May I come to you there ?" she suggested.
He assented gravely: "Do!" Granny Grimshaw was in her most garrulous mood.

She took Doris up the old steep stairs and into the low-ceiled room with the lattice window that looked over the river meadows.
"It's the best room in the house," she told her.

"Master Jeff was born in it, and he's slept here for the past ten years.

You won't be lonely, my dear.

My room is just across the passage, and he has gone to the room at the end which he always had as a boy." "This is a lovely room," said Doris.
She stood where Jeff had stood before the open window and looked across the valley.
"I hope you will be very happy here, my dear," said Granny Grimshaw behind her.
Doris turned round to her impetuously.