"I'd have knowed you anywhere!" "Uncle Al!" murmured Helen.

"I remember you--though I was only four." "Wal, wal,--that's fine," he replied.

"I remember you straddled my knee once, an' your hair was brighter--an' curly.

It ain't neither now....
Sixteen years! An' you're twenty now?
What a fine, broad-shouldered girl you are! An', Nell, you're the handsomest Auchincloss I ever seen!" Helen found herself blushing, and withdrew her hands from his as Roy stepped forward to pay his respects.

He stood bareheaded, lean and tall, with neither his clear eyes nor his still face, nor the proffered hand expressing anything of the proven quality of fidelity, of achievement, that Helen sensed in him.
"Howdy, Miss Helen?
Howdy, Bo ?" he said.