I know your date.

So come and give your old ruffian of an uncle a kiss." "That I will," cried Mary, and flew at Colonel Clifford, and flung both arms round his neck and kissed him.

"Oh, papa," said she, "I have got an uncle now.

A hero, too; and me that is so fond of heroes! Only this is my first--out of books." "Mary, my dear," said Bartley, "you are too impetuous.

Please excuse her, Colonel Clifford.