"Is he your uncle ?" The littlest rebel regarded him with a look of positive pity for his ignorance.
"He's _everybody's_ uncle," she stated warmly.

"An' if I was to tell him, he'd come right after you an'-- an' lick the _stuffins_ out of you." The soldier laughed.
"My dear," he confided, with a dancing twinkle in hip eye, "to tell you the honest truth, your Uncle Fitz has done it already--_several_ times." "Has he ?" she cried, in rapturous delight.

"Oh, _has_ he ?" "He has," the enemy repeated, with vigor and conviction.

"But suppose we shift our conversation to matters a shade more pleasant.

Take you, for instance.