That's it, isn't it ?" Uncle Zed pushed his glasses up on his forehead to better see his company, especially Mildred.

Mrs.Trent made the proper introduction, then lifted the picnic basket from the table to a corner.
"We're just going to spend an hour or so with you," explained Mrs.
Trent.

"We want you to talk, Mildred to play, and then we'll have a bite to eat.

We'll just sit about your grate, and look into the glow of the fire while you talk." However, Dorian and Mildred were scanning the books.
"What's this set ?" the young girl asked.
Dorian bent down to read the dim titles.

"The Millennial Star" he said.
"And here's another set." "The Journal of Discourses" he replied.
"My, all sermons?
they must be dry reading." Uncle Zed heard their conversation, and stepped over to them.