If I only had our pedigree I could prove it to you easily.

There's nothing too good for an Irish gentleman, even if he condescends to bookkeeping to supply the immediate necessities of life; and as you're me own daughter, Patricia, though a Merrick on your poor sainted mother's side, you're entitled to all you can get honestly.

Am I right, Uncle John, or do I flatter myself ?" Uncle John stroked the girl's head softly.
"You are quite right," he said.

"There is nothing too good for a brave, honest girl who's heart is in the right place." "And that's Patsy," declared the Major, as if the question were finally settled.
On Monday morning Mary had a dainty breakfast all ready for them at seven o'clock, and Patsy and her father departed with light hearts for their work.

Uncle John rode part way down town with them.
"I'm going to buy my new suit, today, and a new necktie," he said.
"Don't let them rob you," was Patsy's parting injunction.