"I expect you are very tired, are you not, and hungry, too?"
"A little tired," he acknowledged, "but not very hungry."
"Oh, you may not think so, but I am sure you must be! Come with me, and I will show you your own room; it is close to mine."
Dick followed Miss Warren upstairs into a small bedroom, which, she informed him, had once been his mother's. He was pleased to hear that, and looked at his companion with grateful eyes, whereupon she impulsively kissed him again, for his mother's sake this time, she said.
Drawing him to the window, which looked upon an old-fashioned garden where vegetables and flowers both grew in profusion, she pointed out what a fine view was to be seen. The country Was very beautiful, and Dick uttered an exclamation of admiration as his eyes rested on green meadows, woods in the luxuriant leafage of June, and a glimpse of blue sea on which several small vessels were sailing.
"What brown sails those ships have," he remarked. "I never saw sails that colour before!"
"They are trawlers—fishing-boats. The sails are always that rich, red-brown shade. You are fond of the sea, my dear?"
"Very fond of it, Aunt Mary Ann. I am glad Holton is by the sea."
"I hope you will be very happy here, Dick; we shall try to make you so. Ah, here's your uncle! Well, Theophilus?"
"Dick's luggage will be brought from the station on a hand truck, by-and-by," the doctor remarked. "You can come to my room and use my brush and comb, if you like, Dick."