She's coming twice a week, and more, if I need her.

Why, dearie, you don't know anything about how comfortable you're going to be! I'll leave it to Uncle William if--" But Uncle William had gone.

Silently he had slipped from his chair and disappeared.

Uncle William, it might be mentioned in passing, had never quite forgotten Aunt Hannah's fateful call with its dire revelations concerning a certain unwanted, superfluous, third-party husband's brother.

Remembering this, there were times when he thought absence was both safest and best.