“Can this be possible, uncle?” asked Mrs. Joe. “What can the boy mean?”
“I'll tell you, Mum,” said Mr. Pumblechook. “My opinion is, it's a sedan-chair. She's flighty, you know, — very flighty, — quite flighty enough to pass her days in a sedan-chair.”
“Did you ever see her in it, uncle?” asked Mrs. Joe.
“How could I,” he returned, forced to the admission, “when I never see her in my life?
Never clapped eyes upon her!”
“Goodness, uncle! And yet you have spoken to her?”
“Why, don't you know,” said Mr.