The very mention of a kind uncle was enough to remind Marget of her own, and her eyes filled again.
She said she hoped their two uncles would meet, some day.

It made me shudder.

Philip said he hoped so, too; and that made me shudder again.
"Maybe they will," said Marget.

"Does your uncle travel much ?" "Oh yes, he goes all about; he has business everywhere." And so they went on chatting, and poor Marget forgot her sorrow for one little while, anyway.

It was probably the only really bright and cheery hour she had known lately.