But I'll be around in a day or two, and as soon as I can get on my feet and look less like a scarecrow than I do, I am coming over to see you and Miss Ruth and--yes, and UNCLE PETER--" Miss Felicia arched her eyebrows: "Oh, you needn't look!--that's what I am going to call him after this; we settled all that last night." A smile overspread Miss Felicia's face.

"Uncle Peter, is it?
And I suppose you will be calling me Aunt Felicia next ?" Jack turned his eyes: "That was just what I was trying to screw up my courage to do.

Please let me, won't you ?" Again Miss Felicia lifted her eyebrows, but she did not say she would.
"And Ruth--what do you intend to call that young lady?
Of course, without her permission, as that seems to be the fashion." And the old lady's eyes danced in restrained merriment.
The sufferer's face became suddenly grave; for an instant he did not answer, then he said slowly: "But what can I call her except Miss Ruth ?" Miss Felicia laughed.

Nothing was so delicious as a love affair which she could see into.

This boy's heart was an open book.