You may treat girls as well as you like, and give them every comfort and luxury, and play fair just as if they were boys, but there is something unmanly about the best of girls.

They go silly, like milk goes sour, without any warning.
When Albert's uncle returned he was very hot, with a beaded brow, but pale as the Dentist when the peas were at their worst.
'Did you catch her ?' H.O.

asked.
Albert's uncle's brow looked black as the cloud that thunder will presently break from.

'No,'he said.
'Is she your long-lost nurse ?' H.O.went on, before we could stop him.
'Long-lost grandmother! I knew the lady long ago in India,' said Albert's uncle, as he left the room, slamming the door in a way we should be forbidden to.
And that was the end of the Canterbury Pilgrimage.
As for the lady, we did not then know whether she was his long-lost grandmother that he had known in India or not, though we thought she seemed youngish for the part.

We found out afterwards whether she was or not, but that comes in another part.