"Dannie, lad," says my uncle, sighing unhappily, "the old man's poor,
an' isn't able t' help it."
Still I complained.
"Don't, Dannie!" says he. "I isn't able t' bear it. An' I'm wishin'
you'd never found out. The old man's poor--wonderful poor. He's on'y a
hook-an'-line man. For God's sake ask un no questions!"