“May you? You’d better not call me anything else.”
“And are you going to be named Kennedy now?”
“Just for the present, I’ll keep the McClure, but when I come back to you it will be with my own name. Wouldn’t you like to go with me, Mysie?” he asked his sister.
“And leave my children?”
“Why not take them?”
Mrs. Law shook her head.
“No, I think that would not be wise at present. I think we’d better stay here and make a home for you to come back to.”
“Oh! Oh!” cried both the children. “And will you always live with us?”
“Indeed I will if you’ll not get tired of me.” He turned to his sister. “The entail ends with me, and I shall dispose of the property at once. I am told there is a customer for it, the man who has been managing the place for grandfather all these years. I have no wish to live in a place where there are only unhappy memories.”
“I am afraid you had rather a miserable time of it in your boyhood, you poor John,” said Mrs. Law.