"Sit down, my dears, and let us get acquainted." Louise smiled, and her rapid survey took in the man's crumpled and somewhat soiled shirt-front, the frayed black necktie that seemed to have done years of faithful service, and the thick and dusty cow-hide boots.

His clothing was old and much worn, and the thought crossed her mind that Oscar the groom was far neater in appearance than this newly-found relative.
Beth merely noticed that Uncle John was neither dignified nor imposing in appearance.

She sat down beside him--leaving a wide space between them--with a feeling of disappointment that he was "like all the rest of the Merricks." "You have just arrived, we hear," remarked Louise.
"Yes.

Walked up from the station this forenoon," said Uncle John.
"Come to see Jane, you know, but hadn't any idea I'd find two nieces.
Hadn't any idea I possessed two nieces, to be honest about it." "I believe you have three," said Louise, in an, amused tone.
"Three?
Who's the other ?" "Why, Patricia Doyle." "Doyle?
Doyle?
Don't remember the name." "I believe your sister Violet married a man named Doyle." "So she did.

Captain Doyle--or Major Doyle--or some such fellow.