Uncle William paused. “Lord! I’d clean forgot—I feel about twelve year old,” he added apologetically. “But don’t you worry. This house’ll stretch. We three’ll get along all right in it.”
“And Sergia?” said the man, with a smile.
Uncle William rubbed his head. “Um—I’d forgot her, too.”
The man laughed out. “You don’t need to worry. I’m going to lend them my yacht for a trip.”
“Both on ’em?” asked Uncle William. His puzzled face gazed at the man.
“Yes.”
Uncle William stared. Then the light dawned. “Right off?” he demanded.
“Right off,” said the man. “And when they come back, the house will be ready for them.”
Uncle William glowed. “They goin’ to live with you?”
“I hope so.”