"Any dutiful daughter ought to be satisfied with loving such a father as I am." "And in that," remarked Uncle John, whimsically, "you remind me of Wampus.

You should strut around and say: 'Behold me! I am Patsy's father!'" The Major was full of news at luncheon time.
"What do you think, my dears ?" he said, addressing the girls.

"Your crazy uncle must have had another snooze, unbeknown to us, for he's got the wildest idea into his head that human brains--or lack of them--ever conceived." "You are not very respectful, sir," retorted Mr.Merrick stiffly, as he ate his salad.

"But we must not expect too much of a disabled soldier--and an Irishman to boot--who has not been accustomed to good society." Major Doyle looked at his brother-in-law with an approving smile.
"Very well put, John," he said.

"You're improving in repartee.
Presently you'll add that I'm unlettered and uncivilized, and no fit associate for a person who has made an egregious fortune out of tin cans in the wilds of Oregon." "But what's the news ?" asked Patsy impatiently.