'Well then, what is a home Stephanotis?' Everyone was sitting around the table at Persimmon Heights after a particularly delicious dinner. Hortensia was thinking of putting some porridge on to cook gently overnight on the back of the stove (she knew that it was supposed to be summer time, but the mornings had been so chilly of late that porridge seemed a very lovely prospect for breakfast). 'You can't just say it is a dwelling where you sleep'.
Archibold piped up with a comment that 'home is where your extra comfy socks live', he smiled at Hortensia as he said it because as everyone knew, Hortensia knitted the best socks and he loved his stripy brightly colored socks and took them as a symbol of his status as a gnome of dashing derring do.
'I think that home is somewhere where we can truly be who we really are', Uncle Humperdinck stroked his beard ' without a home a gnome is lost indeed'. Aunt Mildred was sucking on a mint leaf and thinking, 'My Dear, as ever you are most wise' - she smiled at him, poured him another cup of camomile tea and thought how very lucky she was to love and be loved by a gentleman gnome of singular spirit and golden heart.
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