"Dr.Seton lives in Halifax and they NEVER chivaree people there.

He would think it very vulgar." "Then he should have stayed in Halifax and got married there," retorted Dan, sulkily.
We were very curious to see our uncle-elect.

When he came and Uncle Alec took him into the parlour, we were all crowded into the dark corner behind the stairs to peep at him.

Then we fled to the moonlight world outside and discussed him at the dairy.
"He's bald," said Cecily disappointedly.
"And RATHER short and stout," said Felicity.
"He's forty, if he's a day," said Dan.
"Never you mind," cried the Story Girl loyally, "Aunt Olivia loves him with all her heart." "And more than that, he's got lots of money," added Felicity.
"Well, he may be all right," said Peter, "but it's my opinion that your Aunt Olivia could have done just as well on the Island." "YOUR opinion doesn't matter very much to our family," said Felicity crushingly.
But when we made the acquaintance of Dr.Seton next morning we liked him enormously, and voted him a jolly good fellow.

Even Peter remarked aside to me that he guessed Miss Olivia hadn't made much of a mistake after all, though it was plain he thought she was running a risk in not sticking to the Island.