CHAPTER II.
A MISSING UNCLE He glanced at Mrs.Bubb, at the disorderly remnants of breakfast on the long deal table, then at Polly, whose face was crimson with the joy of combat.
"Don't let me interrupt you, ladies.

Blaze away! if I may so express myself.

It does a man good to see such energy on a warm morning." "I've said all I'm a-goin' to say," exclaimed Mrs.Bubb, as she mopped her forehead with a greasy apron.

"I've warned her, that's all, and I mean her well, little as she deserves it.

Now, you, Moggie, don't stand gahpin' there git them breakfast things washed up, can't you?
It'll be tea time agin before the beds is made.