any brooders or sisters—und he say he not know!—und he ask the lady, und she say she not know!—und den he say he vill ask his fader, ven he come! Mine Gott! Mine Gott!"
Dad explained things when he came down, though. He said that probably I had not understood what Mr. Burger said.
Uncle Rob got on finely all the afternoon, only he kept on having experiences. Once an old woman came in and asked to see some birthday cards. He led the way to the case and spread them out before her. She looked for a long time, and by and by she said.
"You see, my granddaughter got one here last week, to take to a birthday party, and she lost it. It cost fifteen cents,—which are your fifteen-cent ones?"
Uncle Rob sorted some out, and she kept on talking while she looked them over:—"Yes, and I told her I'd come in and get her another one. The party ain't till Monday night. Don't you think this is a right pretty one?"
"Yes," said Uncle Rob, "I think that is especially nice."
"I guess that 'I'll do, then. Will you give me
