You see, you're older than I am," she added.
Jed nodded gravely.

"I don't know but I am, a little, now you remind me of it," he admitted.

"Well, I tell you--call me 'Uncle Jed.' That's got a handle to it but it ain't so much like the handle to an ice pitcher as Mister is.

'Uncle Jed' 'll do, won't it ?" Barbara pondered.

"Why," she said, doubtfully, "you aren't my uncle, really.