"But it will do no harm to heed the advice, and be careful." They all agreed to that, and Uncle John was glad to remember he had two brand new revolvers in the bottom of his trunk, which he could use in an emergency if he could manage to find the cartridges to load them with.
He got them out next morning, and warned his nieces not to touch the dangerous things when they entered his room.

But Patsy laughed at him, saying: "You are behind the times, Uncle.

Beth has carried a revolver ever since we started." "Beth!" he cried, horrified.
"Just as a precaution," said that young lady, demurely.
"But you're only a child!" "Even so, Uncle, I have been taught to shoot in Cloverton, as a part of my education.

Once I won a medal--think of that! So I brought my pet revolver along, although I may never have need to use it." Uncle John looked thoughtful.
"It doesn't seem like a girlish accomplishment, exactly," he mused.
"When I was young and went into the West, the times were a bit unsettled, and I used to carry a popgun myself.

But I never shot at a human being in my life.