“ Run along and improve your bally minds, you kids,” he said to the children. “You’ll find me here when you’ve finished.”
“ All right, Uncle Stanley,” chorused the children.
“ Uncle Stanley?” I said, accusingly.
He winced a little. I had to give him credit for that.
“ Those are the Price kids. From Clapham.”
“ I remember them.”
“ I’m taking them out for the day. Must repay hospitality, Corky my boy.”
“ Then you have really been inflicting yourself on those unfortunate people?”
“ I have looked in from time to time,” said Ukridge, with dignity.
“ It’s just over a week since you met them. How often have you looked in?”
“ Couple of times, perhaps. Maybe three.”
“ To meals?”
“ There was a bit of browsing going on,” admitted Ukridge.
“ And now you’re Uncle
