'And without any friends near you.'
'Yes, my dear boy.'
'I want you to give up these rooms, uncle, and come and live with us, or if you wouldn't like to do that, to go back to your shop.'
His eyes brighten; my mother's eyes also are beaming.
'It would be a pity to take the shop away from that good little woman, Josey West. And you would really like me to come and live with you again?'
'It would make us very happy--mother especially. Look at her face.'
'With all my eccentricities and oddities, you would still wish me to come?'
'Ah, but you are altered now.' He makes a grimace. 'Well, even if you were not, I should be very, very glad if you will come. You can give me lessons in flower-growing.'
I glance up to the windows in which the flowers were blooming. His eyes follow mine.
'Which do you think the best, Chris; those on the first or those on the third floor?'