“Well, my little friends, I'm right glad to see you,” he said, cordially. “You'll excuse my not getting up to meet you, I am such an old fellow, you know. Here, Jackson, put that little rocking-chair here near the fire for the young lady.”
Nan looked about the room to see who the young lady might be.
“Oh! if you mean me,” she said, laughing, taking her seat on a sofa, “I'm too warm to go near the fire, thank you.”
“Pray be seated, gentlemen, and tell me what I can do for you,” said Mr. Allan, turning to the boys.
“I guess you knew we were coming,” Regie answered, sitting down in the nearest chair.
“What makes you think that?”
“Because you called to your man there as we came in to ask if it was not three little children, as though you were sort of expecting us.”