Evelyn. And how did Bert propose for you, when he didn’t know anything about it?
Helen. Do keep still, everybody, and let Uncle Bertram tell it. It sounds awfully mixed up to me.
Bert. Yes, explain, do, Uncle. You’ve got me guessing for fair.
Uncle B. Well, you see, to really explain, I’d have to go back twenty years.
Helen. Oh, do, Uncle. It sounds so romantic.
Uncle B. Romantic! Idiotic! That’s what it was! Well, you see, when I was a youngster only three years old, Dr. Colwell came to town to practice, and bought the home where Miss Ellen lives now. We lived on the same street then, and Mother took me with her when she went to call, and I fell in love with her on the spot.
Bobby. With your mother, or the doctor?
Uncle B. With the doctor’s baby, little Ellen. She was a bit of a thing, with a white dress and a blue sash, and blue shoes, and she had big blue eyes that just matched, and little soft, yellow curls, and she called me “Boy.” It was the first word she had ever tried to say, her mother told me.
Louise. Miss Ellen’s hair is brown.