A WONDER ON WHEELS But the Major was not cross when they met him in Uncle John's sitting room.

He beamed upon the three girls most genially, for he liked Myrtle and fully approved all that was being done for her.
"Of course it's like Patsy," he had said to Mr.Merrick that morning.
"She couldn't help being a sweet ministering angel if she tried; and Beth is growing more and more like her.

It will do those girls good, John, to have some human being to coddle and care for.

If Patsy could have a fault, it would be wasting so much affection on that bunch o' rags Mumbles, who audaciously chewed up one of my pet slippers while I was at dinner last evening.

No dog is a fit thing to occupy a girl's time, and this imp o' mischief Mumbles must take a back seat from now on." Uncle John laughed, for he knew his brother-in-law had never conquered his antipathy for poor Mumbles, and realized why.
"Take care that you do not get jealous of Myrtle," he replied.
"You're a selfish old beast, and don't wish Patsy to love anyone but yourself." "And why should she ?" was the inquiry.