“Yes, uncle.”
“I suppose you mean to go back with Uncle James to town?”
“Is he going back to London?” cried the boy eagerly.
“Yes, before long; but you need not be so eager to go.”
Tom stared at him.
“You are tired of Heatherleigh then?”
“Tired, uncle?”
“Yes; you’ve made me feel quite jealous. It’s all Uncle James now. But there, it’s boy-like to want plenty of change.”
“But I don’t want change.”
“Not want change? Why, you show it every day.”