If he wasn't, do you suppose he would have put us and the estate in the care of a Down-East jay?
It's inconceivable! It's ridiculous! Think of it.
Suppose this uncle of ours had accepted.

Suppose he had come to town here and any of our friends had met him.

'This is our guardian, Captain Warren, of Punkin Centre.' 'Please to meet ye,' says Uncle 'Lish.

'How's taters ?' Horrors! Say, Caro, you haven't told anyone, Malcolm or his mother, or anyone, have you ?" "Of course not, Steve.

You know I wouldn't." "Well, don't.