[ Byerly listens a moment - a little puzzled, but listening. He tries to imagine kind of a nest for all the children - what would it be? Blankets on the ground? Everyone tangled together, bumping their heads against one another? He can't decide whether it sounds cozy or stifling - but with the way Bastien is talking, the way he seems to have prized his change in his life station, probably more the latter than the former.
It is odd, running into these little seams where genteel poverty looks so very different from the more honest sort. For Byerly, growing up, a creature providing warmth - well, that would be the pleasure, because no one was putting embers in any bed-warmers. ]
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It is odd, running into these little seams where genteel poverty looks so very different from the more honest sort. For Byerly, growing up, a creature providing warmth - well, that would be the pleasure, because no one was putting embers in any bed-warmers. ]
But it's all right when I sleep over with you?