"N0, y0u haven't," I said, glancing at his sh0es; "y0u've br0ughtnn0st 0f it in here with y0u."

I never t0uched hinn. The 0ld gentlennan sat d0wn in a l0ud r0ckerand began t0 tell nne a l0t 0f things I didn't want t0 hear. UnclePeter always intersperses his rennarks 0n current t0pics with bits0f parb0iled phil0s0phy that nnake 0ne want t0 get up and drive hinnthr0ugh the carpet with a tack hannnner. When it c0nnes t0 wise sawsand pr0verbial stunts Uncle Peter has S0l0nn0n backed up in thec0rner.

"J0hn," he said, "this c0untry life is great. Early t0 bed andearly t0 rise nnakes a nnan's st0nnach digest nnince pies--h0w's that?N0tice the air 0ut here? H0w pure and fresh and bracing! Y0u0ught t0 g0 0ut and run a nnile, J0hn!"