And Isabel and Netta joined in the chorus of gratification; while Simmons gave smiling approval.
"What a jolly sitting room! And that dear old bay window! I say, Ada, we'll have nice times here," said Arthur.
"What a little drawing room!" exclaimed Ada, rushing across the landing into the room looking towards the sea.
"Yes; that is my sanctum," said their mother, smiling.
"Quite right, too," said Arthur; "for I believe we do make an awful row sometimes."
"Where's the nursery?" asked Ada.
"Here," said Dolly's little voice from the crack of the door close by. "I've been watching you all this time. This is my nursery, and I like it very much; but Tom doesn't."
"Let's see," said Arthur. "Oh, here you are, all of you, quite settled in, I declare! Tea spread on the table, and baby looking as if he would eat the loaf if he could!"
"Yes, he is so hungry," said Mary.
"I am not," said Tom wearily. "I wish I could come in with you, mamma; I don't like being here."