ON the way home we caught up with Bob Stevens and his sister. Flo Stevens is a mighty pretty girl and has stunning big gray eyes. She's about eighteen. I introduced Uncle Rob and we had a lot of fun; for Bob was in one of his best moods, and he's dandy company when he wants to be.
Isn't it odd how people make their names like themselves? Now there's Bob Stevens and Uncle Rob, both with the same name to start with;—but no one in the world would ever think of calling Uncle Rob, "Bob." I don't know exactly why, because he isn't starchy or prim, not the least bit; and he made me begin calling him "Uncle Rob," right at first; but there's nothing rowdy nor harum-scarum about him. He knows where he's "at," every second of the time; and while he's full of fun and can say the most ridiculous things I ever heard, yet there's a certain fine dignity about him, that would keep you from calling him "Bob," even if he were your chum.
