Katie had never before heard her mother called Bessie, and had never seen anything approaching in size or colour to such a nose, consequently she ran away frightened.
'That's Gertrude--is it ?' said the captain.
'Gertrude, uncle! Why Gertrude is a grown-up woman now.

That's Katie, whom you remember an infant.' 'God bless my soul!' said the captain, as though he thought that girls must grow twice quicker at Hampton than they did at Devonport or elsewhere, 'God bless my soul!' He was then ushered into the drawing-room, and introduced in form to his grand-nieces.

'This is Gertrude, uncle, and this Linda; there is just enough difference for you to know them apart.

And this Katie.

Come here, Katie, and kiss your uncle.' Katie came up, hesitated, looked horrified, but did manage to get her face somewhat close to the old man's without touching the tremendous nose, and then having gone through this peril she retreated again behind the sofa.
'Well; bless my stars, Bessie, you don't tell me those are your children ?' 'Indeed, uncle, I believe they are.