Hugh was quite happy.
“But how in the world shall I get there?” he presently asked. “It is two whole miles; and we can’t lay my leg up in the gig: besides its being so cold.”
His mother told him that his uncle had a very nice plan for his conveyance. Mr Annanby approved of it, and thought he might be moved the first sunny day.
“What, to-morrow?”
“Yes, if the sun shines.”
Mr Tooke unbolted the shutter, and declared that it was such a bright starry evening that he thought to-morrow would be fine.
The morning was fine; and during the very finest part of it came Mr Shaw. He told Hugh that there was a good fire blazing at home in the back room that looked into the garden, which was to be Hugh’s. From the sofa by the fire-side one might see the laurustinus on the grass-plot,—now covered with flowers: and when the day was warm enough to let him lie in the window, he could see the mill, and all that was going on round it.
Hugh liked the idea of all this: but he still looked anxious.
“Now tell me,” said his uncle, “what person in all the world you would like best for a companion?”
“In all the world!” exclaimed Hugh. “Suppose I say the Great Mogul!”