"There isn't any other place for you," said Aunt Jane calmly. "I told you about it—we haven't any other room."
He looked about him. "I'll sleep anywhere—! I'll sleep in the Children's Ward!" He waved a hand.
Aunt Jane's face was vexed. Of course, he was going to give the wing—and it softened her austerity a little. But he was a grown man. He ought to behave better. She got up quickly. "I can't have you upsetting everything!" she said.
She went into the ward, leaving him in solitary state.
He watched the plump figure moving among the beds, and the faces turned to it; and he smiled whimsically.... "I mean to upset things a good deal more for you—before I'm done, Aunt Jane!" he said softly.
He sat looking out over the city and dreaming contentedly. When Aunt Jane appeared again in the door, he turned to her.
"I've decided," he said.
She came out.
"I'll go," he said, looking up at her. "I'll go—if you will go with me."
Up above them they could hear the awning flapping a little in the wind, and the children's voices from the ward.