He gauged the expression in her eyes. He felt completely at home with her. She looked so much like his mother that he wanted to remain with her endlessly.
“Well, Aunt Mary,” he said slowly, “I’m not very happy, I’m afraid.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked sympathetically.
“I don’t know.”
“Does your father treat you all right?”
“I think he tries to, Aunt Mary, but since my mother died, I’ve always been—dissatisfied. How long are you going to stay—I mean here?”
“We’ll have to return to Lockwood—is that the name?”
He nodded.
“We’ll go back there for the night and return to Merlton, to-morrow.”