"No, no; you needn't call me father, you know, because it isn't true. Call me uncle, uncle, uncle."
"Is that true, sir?" asked Cap, demurely.
"No, no, no; but it will do, it will do. Now, Cap, how much do you know? Anything? Ignorant as a horse, I am afraid."
"Yes, sir; even as a colt."
"Can you read at all?"
"Yes, sir; I learned to read at Sunday-school."
"Cast accounts and write?"
"I can keep your books at a pinch, sir."
"Humph! Who taught you these accomplishments?"
"Herbert Greyson, sir."