“Oh! do other people fall?”
“All the ladies fall for Saunders,” said Uncle Charlie.
Missy hesitated, then hazarded:
“Aunt Isabel, too?”
“Oh, yes.” Uncle Charlie looked pathetically unconcerned. “Aunt Isabel likes to have him around. He often comes in handy at dances.”
It would be just like Mr. Saunders to be a good dancer!
“He harps well, too,” she said meditatively.
“What's that?” enquired Uncle Charlie.
“Oh, I mean that thing he plays.”
“The ukelele. Yes, Saunders is a wizard with it. But in spite of that he's a good fellow.” (What did “in spite of that” mean—didn't Uncle Charlie approve of harpers?)