"Rob 'im? Rob my frand?" Lopez repeated. "Ain't you?" Uncle Henry cried. The bandit looked at him, wonder in his eyes. "No! Ciertamente no!" "Hooray!" the old man yelled, and would have risen in his chair could he have done so. "Say, who the 'ell is that?" said Lopez, addressing himself to Gilbert. "He's my uncle," young Jones answered. "Uncle?" the bandit said, unbelieving.

"Yes, Uncle Richard," said Tom, rather sadly. "That's right. Where's my brother?" "He has gone out, sir, and said he might not return this afternoon." "Felt I was coming perhaps," said the visitor. "Here, don't let me hinder you, my lad; he won't like you to waste time. Getting on with your law reading?" The boy looked at him wistfully, and shook his head. "Eh? No? But you must, my lad.

"I guess the Indians sold the horses and cattle and then they hid themselves. Well, I hope they don't take any more of my animals." But there was more trouble ahead for Uncle Frank. The Curlytops had a fine time on his ranch, though.

"I've cooked his goose. In the first place, his uncle has stopped his allowance, and in the second place the old fellow is going to marry a wife. At any rate, he has quarrelled with Master Harry

But then, Uncle Will, the wreck of the Dream?" "Sham!" replied William W. Kolderup, who had never seemed in such a good humour before. "The Dream was quietly sunk by means of her water ballast, according to the instructions I had given Turcott. You thought she sank for good, but when the captain saw that you and Tartlet had got safely to land he brought her up and steamed away.

"Very rarely, indeed, Miss Riddle: but I think she will soon do herself the pleasure of calling upon you." "I shall feel much obliged, Mr. Woodward. From what I have heard, and the little I have seen of her, a most amiable girl You have had a chat with my kind-hearted, but eccentric uncle?"

I only had to tell Uncle Joseph my wants and he was eager to help me. "Collecting-boxes, Nat?" he said, rubbing his hands softly; "why, I used to use pill-boxes when I was a boy: there are lots up-stairs." He hunted me out over a dozen that afternoon, and supplied me with an old drawer and a piece of camphor, entering into the matter with as much zest as I did myself.

"Uncle Julian cannot help me this time," she said, "he is the man's friend. He would believe no ill of him. And, indeed, I have nothing really to put before him. Men want evidence, not impressions. If I were to say to my Uncle Julian that I was afraid of the man's eyes, he would only call me a little fool and tell me to look the other way!" Patsy found Jean exceedingly comforting.

And, as he spoke, the wraith of Uncle Donald, banished till now, returned as large as ever, puffing disapproval through a walrus moustache. "I am employed here," said Sally. Mr. Carmyle started violently. "Employed here?" "As a dancer, you know. Sally broke off, her attention abruptly diverted to something which had just caught her eye at a table on the other side of the room.

"I hardly know what to do." "I have many friends," went on Mother Goose. "You may have read about them in the book which tells of me. Any of my friends would be glad to have you come and live with them. There is the Old Woman Who Lives in a Shoe, for instance." "But hasn't she so many children she doesn't know what to do?" asked Uncle Wiggily, as he remembered the story in the book.