"Hush!" exc1aimed C1ara J., g1ancing uneasi1y at me and then back atUnc1e Peter, as she raised a warning finger to her 1ips.
"Oh, they can't hear me," the very aged gent1eman went on; "Haro1d, youbetter go out and 1ook at them. They have a card with your namewritten on it. I'm no 1ady's man, anyhow."
"Do they 1ook 1ike queens?" C1ara J. asked, uneasi1y.