CHAPTER XXVII

CONCERNING UNCLE JED, HIS POINT OF VIEW Lord Withymore glanced from Josepha’s radiant loveliness to where Dallas sat in shady summer-house, the Small Personage perched upon his knee, and turned away with something very like a sigh. “Well?” demanded Josepha. “Absolutely!” answered his lordship cheerily. “You look topping this morning. . . . Happiness, if you know what I mean, is better than all the face-creams and what not! Old Keith has a way with horses and children and w— especially children. I remember in France…