Chapter 1
_ CHAPTER I
"It is not a large house," I said. "We don‘t want a large house. Two spare bedrooms, and the little three-cornered place you see marked there on the plan, next to the bathroom, and which will just do for a bachelor, will be all we shall require--at all events, for the present. Later on, if I ever get rich, we can throw out a wing. The kitchen I shall have to break to your mother gently. Whatever the original architect could have been thinking of--"
"Never mind the kitchen," said Dick: "what about the billiard-room?"
The way children nowadays will interrupt a parent is nothing short of a national disgrace. I also wish Dick would not sit on the table, swinging his legs. It is not respectful. "Why, when I was a boy," as I said to him, "I should as soon have thought of sitting on a table, interrupting my father--"
"What‘s this thing in the middle of the hall, that looks like a grating?" demanded Robina.
"She means the stairs," explained Dick.
"Then why do

......
全部内容，请购买此书。