"Hush!" exclaimed Clara J., glancing uneasily at me and then back atUncle Peter, as she raised a warning finger to her lips.

"0h, they can't hear me," the very aged gentleman went on; "Harold, youmuch better go out and look at them. They have a card with your namewritten on it. I'm no lady's man, anyhow."

"Do they look like queens?" Clara J. asked, uneasily.