He makes so much of you, that it's my opinion you think you've only to call your Pussys by the dozen, to make 'em come.' 'You forget, Mrs.Tope,' Mr.Jasper interposes, taking his place at the table with a genial smile, 'and so do you, Ned, that Uncle and Nephew are words prohibited here by common consent and express agreement.

For what we are going to receive His holy name be praised!' 'Done like the Dean! Witness, Edwin Drood! Please to carve, Jack, for I can't.' This sally ushers in the dinner.

Little to the present purpose, or to any purpose, is said, while it is in course of being disposed of.

At length the cloth is drawn, and a dish of walnuts and a decanter of rich-coloured sherry are placed upon the table.
'I say! Tell me, Jack,' the young fellow then flows on: 'do you really and truly feel as if the mention of our relationship divided us at all?
_I_ don't.' 'Uncles as a rule, Ned, are so much older than their nephews,' is the reply, 'that I have that feeling instinctively.' 'As a rule! Ah, may-be! But what is a difference in age of half-a-dozen years or so?
And some uncles, in large families, are even younger than their nephews.

By George, I wish it was the case with us!' 'Why ?' 'Because if it was, I'd take the lead with you, Jack, and be as wise as Begone, dull Care! that turned a young man gray, and Begone, dull Care! that turned an old man to clay .-- Halloa, Jack! Don't drink.' 'Why not ?' 'Asks why not, on Pussy's birthday, and no Happy returns proposed! Pussy, Jack, and many of 'em! Happy returns, I mean.' Laying an affectionate and laughing touch on the boy's extended hand, as if it were at once his giddy head and his light heart, Mr.Jasper drinks the toast in silence.
'Hip, hip, hip, and nine times nine, and one to finish with, and all that, understood.