“Yes, it is ours. I have my rabbits here.”
“Now that papa is dead it is no longer ours.”
“It’s a wicked shame.”
“Not at all, Jamie. This house was given to papa for his life only; now it will go to a new rector, and Aunt Dunes[B] is going to fetch us away to another house.”
[B] Dunes is the short for Dionysia.
“When?”
“To-day.”
“I won’t go,” said the boy. “I swear I won’t.”
“Hush, hush, Jamie! Don’t use such expressions. I do not know where you have picked them up. We must go.”
“And my rabbits, are they to go too?”