A minute later Uncle Stanley followed him.
Lately Uncle Stanley had been making his headquarters at the bank--his attitude toward the factory being one of scornful amusement.
"Women mechanics!" he sometimes scoffed to visitors at the bank.

"Women foremen! Women presidents! By Judas, I'm beginning to think Old Ned himself is a woman--the sort of mischief he's raising lately!...
Something's bound to crack before long, though." In that last sentence you have the picture of Uncle Stanley.

Even as Mr.
Micawber was always waiting for something to turn up, so Uncle Stanley was always waiting for something to go wrong.
Mary opened the meeting by showing the accountants' report and then reading her proposed advertisement.

If you had been there, I think you would have seen the gleam of satisfaction in Uncle Stanley's eye.
"I knew I'd catch her wrong yet," he seemed to be saying to himself.

"As soon as she's made a bit of money, she wants everybody to have it.