He went to the root of the matter at once."I say," he asked, "who's Uncle Jim?"The plump woman blanched and stood still for a moment. A stick fellout of the bundle in her hand unheeded."That little granddaughter of mine been saying things?" she askedfaintly."Bits of things," said Mr. Polly."Well, I suppose I must tell you sooner or later.
"She stared at him blankly. "I never set eyes on Africa in my life," said Mr. Hoopdriver,completing the confession. Then he pulled his right hand from hispocket... read more
