"I don't think
it's nice to work on people's feelings that way."
Uncle Jerry laughed. "You're not the first one who's thought that,"
he said consolingly. "Your aunt and a steamer chair are waiting
for you on the other side, so come along and look at your letters
and parcels."
"My aunt," repeated Ruth. "How ridiculous it seems to think of that
little young thing being my aunt."
"Not any more absurd, I'm sure, than that a little young thing like
me should be your uncle. I'm only five feet eleven, and a hundred
and eighty pounds in weight."
Ruth laughed merrily, as Uncle Jerry meant she should, and just
then they came to their chairs, and to the pretty new aunt smiling
a welcome.
"You were so absorbed that we left you for a moment while we secured
our chairs." she said as Ruth dropped down beside her. "I'm glad
you've come, for I'm so anxious to know what's in these mysterious
packages."
"I brought them up from your stateroom in my bag," added Uncle
Jerry. "I thought you could entertain your youthful uncle and aunt
by taking out one at a time. Sort of a grab-bag arrangement, you
know."
Ruth drew out one of the packages and looked at it curiously.
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