"Indeed, I am," said he, laughing, as did Dimple's papa and mamma.
"Quite a home thrust," said her papa.
"The reason I asked," she went on, playing with her uncle's watch chain, "is, that I heard papa say the other day, 'I am so glad for dear old Heath.'"
"He has reason to be," responded her uncle. "Dimple, how should you like a new aunt and cousin?"
"Well, not Rock altogether," laughed he. "Rock's mother, as well."
"Please tell me, Uncle Heath."
"So I will, little girl. Rock's mother is going to be your grey-headed uncle's wife. That makes Rock your cousin, doesn't it?"
"Yes," said Dimple, cuddling up to him, "but you are not grey-headed, Uncle Heath, only grey-templed," she said, softly patting each side of his face.
"She seems perfectly satisfied," said he, looking at his brother.