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Mr. Polly found the plump woman in the big bricked kitchen lighting a fire for tea. He went to the root of the matter at once.
"I say," he asked, "who's Uncle Jim?"
The plump woman blanched and stood still for a moment. A stick fell out of the bundle in her hand unheeded.
"That little granddaughter of mine been saying things?" she asked fa