"Who is that ?" "I didn't catch his name when my mother presented him to me," said George.

"You mean the queer-looking duck." "I mean the aristocratic duck." "That's my Uncle George Honourable George Amberson.

I thought everybody knew him." "He looks as though everybody ought to know him," she said.

"It seems to run in your family." If she had any sly intention, it skipped over George harmlessly.

"Well, of course, I suppose most everybody does," he admitted--"out in this part of the country especially.