I sat down beside him on the bench and straightened the collar of his navy wool coat.

“Your brothers are eating crackers in the parlor with the catering staff.”

“Is he ashamed of us?” Henry asked.

He planted his feet shoulder-width apart on the marble floor, looking down at the toes of his dress shoes.

“He’s afraid of the truth,” I said.

“Is it because we don’t have a big house?” Henry asked.

“Sam said the rugs here cost more than our whole kitchen back home.”

I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to my side.