Ptolemy’s lips twitched faintly.
“The house burned up and all our clothes and our stuff to eat, and our bats and things, and father and mother went away and I didn’t know what to do, so––I came here. But we’ll go back to our own house. We have learned to cook. Come on, boys.”
“You’ll stay right here with me, son,” and Rob’s hand came down intimately on Ptolemy’s shoulder.
“It isn’t likely we’ll turn them out into the woods, when they haven’t a roof over their heads,” declared Silvia, drawing Emerald to her side.
“I think you are absolutely inhuman, Lucien,” cried Beth. “I don’t see what has changed you so,” and she proceeded to make room for Pythagoras in the porch swing.
“Did the fire scare you?” asked Miss Frayne gently, as she put her arms about Demetrius.
“Et tu, Brute? Well, I plainly see this is no place for an inhuman, childless, married man,” I said with a laugh, walking down the veranda.
In the doorway I met Diogenes, who raised his chubby arms invitingly.
“Up, up, Ocean!” he begged sweetly.