So she stopped in the hall and held his coat and he bade good-bye to every one by name, and went out slowly.
"Does Uncle John go downtown every day?" Sally asked, soon after. She was busy with her breakfast.
"Oh, mercy, yes," Miss Hazen replied. "He is as well able to attend to his business as ever. And he always walks, unless it is very bad walking: icy or very muddy. I am afraid that he might slip and fall, and old bones, you know, do not mend easily."
"Is he—is he," Sally went on, hesitating, "John Hazen, Junior?"
"Yes," answered Cousin Martha. "He has kept the Junior."
Sally did not know just what she meant by that. "I've heard my father speak of John Hazen, Junior," she remarked, "and I didn't know but, perhaps, I might have a Cousin John."