14 Uncle Hugh's Story.

 

pushed back his chair, given his
arm to grandmamma, and _ his
hand to me, and taken us into the
drawing-room—then, while he made
me nestle down on his knee in
the soft easy-chair, all my shyness
went away at the look of his merry
eyes.

-“ Now for the goose that Jack
killed,” he said; and then and
there began the funniest story you
ever heard. Only I can’t tell it
in the funny words and with the
merry, twinkling glances he gave
me.

It was when Uncle Hugh was
a middy, and he had been sailing