"They haven't changed quite so much as my own baby-child.

Why, she's a woman, Janet--she's a woman." "She's child enough still," said Aunt Janet hastily.
The Story Girl shook her long brown curls.
"I'm fifteen," she said.

"And you ought to see me in my long dress, father." "We must not be separated any longer, dear heart," I heard Uncle Blair say tenderly.

I hoped that he meant he would stay in Canada--not that he would take the Story Girl away.
Apart from this we had a gay day with Uncle Blair.

He evidently liked our society better than that of the grown-ups, for he was a child himself at heart, gay, irresponsible, always acting on the impulse of the moment.