The mental picture he formed was not one to interfere with the picture he carried in his heart.
Next day, as he was making a purchase in a shop, a neat and trim-looking young woman, with a fresh complexion and a mouth full of white teeth, walked in, and in a pleasant voice said, "Good mornin', all." Keith did not associate her at all with Terpsichore, but he was surprised that old Tim Gilsey should not have known of her presence in town.

He was still more surprised when, after having taken a long and perfectly unabashed look at him, with no more diffidence in it than if he had been a lump of ore she was inspecting, she said: "You're the fellow that come to town night before last?
Uncle Tim was tellin' me about you." "Yes; I got here night before last.

Who is Uncle Tim ?" "Uncle Tim Gilsey." She walked up and extended her hand to him with the most perfect friendliness, adding, with a laugh as natural as a child's: "We'll have to be friends; Uncle Tim says you're a white man, and that's more than some he brings over the road these days are." "Yes, I hope so.

You are Mr.Gilsey's nieces I am glad to meet you" The young woman burst out laughing.
"Lor', _no_.

I ain't anybody's niece; but he's my uncle--I've adopted _him_.