Still, he would have passed many a long, restless hour, had it not been for Joyce's visits.
She brought over a photograph of the house at home, with the family seated in a group on the front porch.

Jules held it close while she introduced each one of them.

By the time he had heard all about Holland's getting lost the day the circus came to town, and Jack's taking the prize in a skating contest, and Mary's setting her apron on fire, and the baby's sweet little ways when he said his prayers, or played peek-a-boo, he felt very well acquainted with the entire Ware family.

Afterward, when Joyce had gone, he felt his loneliness more than ever.

He lay there, trying to imagine how it must feel to have a mother and sisters and brothers all as fond of each other as Joyce's were, and to live in the midst of such good times as always went on in the little brown house.
Monsieur Ciseaux, sitting by his fire with the door open between the two rooms, listened to Joyce's merry chatter with almost as much interest as Jules.