"This is blackberry, an' this is raspberry an' red currant—but the blackberry jam's the best, Uncle Porges!"
"Thank you, nephew."
"Now aren't you awful' glad I found you—under that hedge, Uncle
Porges?"
"Nephew,—I am!"
"Nephew?" repeated Anthea, glancing at him with raised brows.
"Oh yes!" nodded Bellew, "we adopted each other—at about four o'clock, this afternoon."
"Under a hedge, you know!" added Small Porges.
"Wasn't it a very sudden, and altogether—unheard of proceeding?" Anthea enquired.
"Well, it might have been if it had happened anywhere but in Arcadia."
"What do you mean by Arcadia, Uncle Porges?"