[What's that, Mister Bush? You're trying to have a moment to yourself, whittling at something?
That's very nice.
But there's a small figure peeking out of his bedroom (where he's been admiring the captain's dress coat with all due awe and being very, very careful not to touch it) at you where you're sitting in the parlour.
No. Scratch that. He's crept out of the bedroom and down the hallway, sort of crouching down at the end of it, as if that will make him less likely to be seen up so late.
After all, if this man is anything like Father, he'll just scold him and tell him to go back to bed.]
May 31st, action
That's very nice.
But there's a small figure peeking out of his bedroom (where he's been admiring the captain's dress coat with all due awe and being very, very careful not to touch it) at you where you're sitting in the parlour.
No. Scratch that. He's crept out of the bedroom and down the hallway, sort of crouching down at the end of it, as if that will make him less likely to be seen up so late.
After all, if this man is anything like Father, he'll just scold him and tell him to go back to bed.]