“I want to tell her—”
“Yes, yes, I know. Well, ’bout to-morrow. How’d that do?”
“You could send her a note,” said the artist.
“I’m goin’ to see her,” said Uncle William. “She’ll be to home this evenin’, won’t she?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll go see her.”
The artist looked doubtful.
“Can’t I got see her?” said Uncle William.
“I was wondering whether you could find the way.”
“H’m-m. Where’d you say it was?”