“Literally, do you mean? Is this her home?”
Ruth smiled at him over her shoulder.
“She won’t interfere with you,” she said. “Surely this great house is large enough for the three of us. Besides, she’s so devoted to Bill. She looks after him all the time; of course, nowadays I don’t get quite so much time to be with him myself. One has an awful lot of calls on one. I feel Bill is so safe with Aunt Lora on the premises.”
She stopped at a door on the first floor.
“This is Bill’s nursery. He’s out just now. Mamie takes him for a drive every morning when it’s fine.”
Something impelled Kirk to speak.
“Don’t you ever take him for walks in the morning now?” he asked. “He used to love it.”
“Silly! Of course I do, when I can manage it. For drives, rather. Aunt Lora is rather against his walking much in the city. He might so easily catch something, you know.”
She opened the door.
“There!” she said. “What do you think of that for a nursery?”