The little one, while watching Jeremiah May, didn't say much, just stared at him with her bright and clear eyes, filled with anticipation.
It seemed as though playing with him was a very important thing for her.
Important? Then what was important for him? It seemed that after his parents died, and he was brought back to this house by his uncle, nothing had been important to him anymore.
Thinking of this, Jeremiah May pressed his lips together, and finally, with a sigh, squatted down and said to the little one, "Alright, let's play."
The little one's face immediately broke into a smile, her clear eyes filled with happiness.
Seeing her like this, Jeremiah felt as though his mood had inexplicably improved a bit as well.
Playing with dolls it is, then. After all, there were only the two of them in this room, no outsiders to see.
