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"
Uncle
!
"
exclaimed
Justine
.
"
You
know
'
uncle
'
is
against
the
family
rules
,
Nanna
!
Our
uncles
are
just
Bob
,
Jack
,
Hughie
,
Jims
and
Patsy
.
So
that
means
he
's
Ralph
.
"
"
Do
n't
be
so
rude
,
Justine
!
What
on
earth
's
the
matter
with
your
manners
?
"
demanded
Fee
.
"
No
,
Fee
,
it
's
all
right
.
I
'd
prefer
that
everyone
call
me
plain
Ralph
,
really
,
"
the
Cardinal
said
quickly
.
Why
did
she
dislike
him
so
,
the
odd
mite
?
"
I
could
n't
!
"
gasped
Dane
.
"
I
could
n't
call
you
just
Ralph
!
"
Cardinal
Ralph
crossed
the
room
,
took
the
bare
shoulders
between
his
hands
and
smiled
down
,
his
blue
eyes
very
kind
,
and
vivid
in
the
room
's
shadows
.
"
Of
course
you
can
,
Dane
.
It
is
n't
a
sin
.
"
"
Come
on
,
Dane
,
let
's
get
back
to
the
cubbyhouse
,
"
Justine
ordered
.
Cardinal
Ralph
and
his
son
turned
toward
Fee
,
looked
at
her
together
.
"
Heaven
help
us
!
"
said
Fee
.
"
Go
on
,
Dane
,
go
outside
and
play
,
will
you
?
"
She
clapped
her
hands
.
"
Buzz
!
"
The
boy
ran
for
his
life
,
and
Fee
edged
toward
her
books
.
Cardinal
Ralph
took
pity
on
her
and
announced
that
he
would
go
to
the
cookhouse
.
How
little
the
place
had
changed
!
Still
lamplit
,
obviously
.
Still
redolent
of
beeswax
and
great
vases
of
roses
.
