“You’re going to live with me now, Philip,” said Mr. Carey. “Shall you like that?”
Two years before Philip had been sent down to stay at the vicarage after an attack of chicken-pox; but there remained with him a recollection of an attic and a large garden rather than of his uncle and aunt.
“Yes.”
“You must look upon me and your Aunt Louisa as your father and mother.”