A Simple Life [antikvár]

One It was a pretty street in a good neighbourhood. The Stewards had seen that right away, as soon as they turned the corner from Pleasant Street into Kend-rick, at the beginning of their first year in New England. The houses were a friendly distance apart, with mown grass and tidy trees between them. There were basketball hoops over the garage doors and children's bicycles on the open porches. 'Looks okay,' Jack said from the back of the car. 'Looks good, in fact.' In fact was one of his sayings. You see was another of them, and both were copied directly from his father. Jack used them in his careful explanadons of the world for his younger brother's benefit. 'I know that already, you don't have to tell me that,' Merlin would retort, conscious as always of his position as the youngest and least well-informed of his family. 'It's kind of neat-looking,' was Merlin's verdict on the house as they drew up. From the beginning he was the most determined to fit into this new world. He spooned up the language as if it were ice-cream. 'So, what do you think?' Matthew Steward asked