"Oh, yes ... I'm pretty used to the house!"
"Is it the wind, the rain?"
"Perhaps both.... But haven't I known them for years?"
"Then what is it that makes you heavy-hearted?"
"I don't know."
"Come here, to me...."
"Where, my boy?"
"On my knees, in my arms...."
She sat down on his knees and smiled, sadly:
"It's an age...."