"That's so; I remember now. So you've read 'The Prince and the Pauper'?"
"Um-hm. Read about everything Mark Twain ever wrote, I shouldn't wonder."
"Do you read a good deal?"
"Some. . . . There! Now we'll call that chowder done for the second time, I guess. Set down and pass your plate, Babbie. You'll set down and have a bite with us, won't you, Mr.—Major—I snum I've forgot your name. You mustn't mind; I forget my own sometimes."
"Grover. I am a major in the Engineers, stationed here for the present to look after this construction work. No, thank you, I should like to stay, but I must go back to my office."
"Dear, dear! That's too bad. Babbie and I would like first-rate to have you stay. Wouldn't we, Babbie?"
Barbara nodded.
"Yes, sir," she said. "And the chowder will be awf'ly good. Uncle Jed's chowders always are."
"I'm sure of it." Major Grover's look of surprise was more evident than ever as he gazed first at Barbara and then at Mr. Winslow. His next question was addressed to the latter.
"So you are this young lady's uncle?" he inquired. It was Barbara who answered.