In the simpler phrasing of Uncle Peter Bines, he will "cut loose."

But Uncle Peter had already put in some hard winters, and was not wanting in fortitude.

Uncle Peter stood in a flood of light at the door of his room.

He was busy almost half an hour, while Uncle Peter smoked in silence.

Why, of course not, Uncle Peter; only I had to look around some at first,—for a year or so.

When he came out ten minutes later Uncle Peter was waiting for him alone.

Uncle Peter had first declared that the thought of food sickened him.

"It's like starting West again to make our fortune," said Uncle Peter.

When he finished, he said, "Now tell me where you keep your vegetables, Uncle Paul?"

And now, Uncle Paul, if you don't object I'll take out my pipe and have a smoke.