"Why can't she go, when there's money and time to spare?
Would you keep her here to cuddle and spoil a vigorous man like yourself, when she can run away and see the world and be happy ?" "It's a great happiness to cuddle the Major," said Patsy, softly; "and the poor man needs it as much as he does his slippers or his oatmeal for breakfast." "And Patsy has the house to look after," added the Major, complacently.
Uncle John gave a snort of contempt.
"For an unreasonable man, show me an Irishman," he remarked.

"Here you've been telling me how Europe is an education and a delight, and in the next breath you deliberately deprive your little daughter, whom you pretend to love, of the advantages she might gain by a trip abroad! And why?
Just because you want her yourself, and might be a bit lonesome without her.

But I'll settle that foolishness, sir, in short order.

You shall go with us." "Impossible!" ejaculated the Major.

"It's the time of year I'm most needed in the office, and Mr.Marvin has been so kind and considerate that I won't play him a dirty trick by leaving him in the lurch." Patsy nodded approval.
"That's right, daddy," she said.
Uncle John lay back in the chair and put the newspaper over his face again.