"Yes. Do let me. May I try to walk to the window all alone? I know I can."
Ivor laughed, though not mirthfully. "Try!" he answered, and Roy made a brave attempt, actually reaching the window without being helped.
"Come, that was good. You are getting on nicely. Now sit down, and look out for the soldiers. I think they are coming this way."
The boy gazed eagerly, flushing.
"I wish they were English," he said. "I wish I was in England. When are we going home, Den? And when may I see my mamma? I do want to have Molly again. It's ages since I saw Molly—and I want her!"
Denham was silent.
"It was stupid of me to be so glad to come away from Molly. Nothing is half nice without her."
"I am glad you have found that out. She is a dear little sister, and she would do anything in the world for you."
"Oh, well, of course, I know she would," assented Roy. "And I always was fond of Molly too. She gets cross sometimes, though."
"Roy never gets cross, I suppose?"