And I hope you'll love it as much as I do, when you
know it better."
"Bradley must have been a fool to give this place to Jane," said Uncle
John, reflectively.
"He was in love, sir," observed the other, and they both smiled. Then
the lawyer turned to Kenneth. "How are things going?" he asked. "Have
the girls bothered you much, as yet?"
"No," said the boy. "I keep out of their way."
"That's a good idea. By the bye, sir," turning to John Merrick. "I've
just brought you a new niece."
"Patricia?"
"She prefers to be called Patsy. A queer little thing; half Irish, you
know."
"And half Merrick. That's an odd combination, but the Irish may be
able to stand it," said Uncle John. "These nieces are more than I
bargained for. I came to see one relative, and find three more--and
all women!"
"I think you'll like Patsy, anyhow. And so will you, Kenneth."
The boy gave an indignant roar.
"I hate all girls!" he said.
"You won't hate this one. She's as wild and impulsive as you are, but
better natured. She'll make a good comrade, although she may box your
ears once in a while."
The boy turned away sulkily, and began picking up the scattered
chess-men.
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