'The change to Baronscourt will brighten him up,' said his mother. And then she went on to tell nurse some of the arrangements.
'I had a letter this morning,' she said. 'The house will be very full, but they can take us all in. The girls will have the little room next to mine, and the boys will have the turret room at the end of the picture gallery.'
A movement beside her made her stop and look round. Denis had left his corner and was standing beside her, listening with all his ears, and gazing up in her face with his large soft blue eyes.
'And where will nurse, and 'Liza, and baby, and me sleep,' he asked.
His mother laughed.
'You won't be forgotten,' she said. 'Nurse and baby will have the old nursery, and you will have a little cot beside them, I daresay.'
A look of satisfaction crept over his face.
'And 'Liza?' he asked.
'Oh, poor 'Liza won't be forgotten either,' said his mother.
Denis grew brighter after this conversation, and at tea that afternoon, when all the children were talking, he joined in as usual.