Chapter XIV The Philosophy of Uncle Tony

* * * * * Denny leaped back a clear four feet. Simmons uttered a muffled shriek, and bolted through the swing door like a panic stricken blonde rabbit. “H’m!” said Uncle Tony. “I have found my text!” “Oh, Denny! Denny!” cried Mildred, genuinely distressed. Denny raised distracted fists heavenward. “Mother! Mother!” he cried. “I wonder why God made all girls so pretty!” “A most apposite reflection,” observed Sir Anthony. “You are not the first who has made it either, Denny.” By this time …