`` I want you to let me bring my Uncle Joe to dinner tomorrow , '' said Jimmy . `` The poor old fellow is stranded here for Thanksgiving , and he hates hotels . May I ? '' `` Of course , '' I said heartily , wondering why Jimmy seemed to think I might n't want his Uncle Joe . `` Bring him right along . '' `` Thanks , '' said Jimmy . `` He 'll be more than pleased . Your sublime cookery will delight him . He adores the west , but he ca n't endure its cooking . He 's always harping on his mother 's pantry and the good old down-east dinners . He 's dyspeptic and pessimistic most of the time , and he 's got half a dozen cronies just like himself . All they think of is railroads and bills of fare . '' `` Railroads ! '' I cried . And then an awful thought assailed me . `` Jimmy Nelson , your uncle is n't -- is n't -- he ca n't be Joseph P. Nelson , the rich Joseph P. Nelson ! '' `` Oh , he 's rich enough , '' said Jimmy ; getting up and reaching for his hat . `` In dollars , that is . Some ways he 's poor enough . Well , I must be going .
XXXXX ever so much for letting me bring Uncle Joe . ''
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