“Yes, mamma.”
“And scold about him, I dare say. Well, Julia, come and give your old uncle a kiss.”
Julia blushed, but obeyed her uncle's request.
“I should know she was your child, Rebecca. She looks as you did at her age. Now tell me, have you any engagement this morning, you two?”
“No, Uncle Oliver.”
“Then I will find one for you. I have a carriage at the door. You will please put on your bonnets. We are going shopping.”
“Shopping?”
“Yes, I am going to fit out both of you in a manner more befitting relatives of mine. The fact is, Niece Rebecca, you are actually shabby.”
“I know it, uncle, but there has been so many ways of spending money that I have had to neglect my dress.
“Very likely. I understand. Things are different now. Now, don't be over an hour getting ready!”