John was escorted inside by the house elf. He took off his hat as he entered the family room. "Hello, my dear, and look at the little one." He gave the house elf his hat and took his cloak off. "You like the heat, don't you," he said smiling. "Spoilt rich creatures," he commented. They were from a different generation, but there weren't that many left like him or Charles. The man had been old fashioned to the bone, raising his boys the old ways. If you were cold, there was always work to do that would keep you warm.
He put his bag on the coffee table. "I hope you're bringing this child out. The fresh air will do her good." He knelt ignoring the pain from his joints. He pushed away the gym set, and picked Polly up, letting her sit. He tsked when he saw that she couldn't hold her weight. "Are you letting this child sit? She should be doing this by herself all ready." He stared at Pansy from over the rim of his glasses. "Don't think I'm going to let you raise a spoilt child. I've raised a bunch of fine and hard-working children." They weren't his per se, but he had cared about every single child under his care. "When I say don't push her, I don't mean do everything for her, do you understand?"