Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: II. HOW WE PLAY THE PIANOLA [FOREWORD. Margery wishes me to publish the following correspondence, which has recently passed between us. It occurs to me that the name under which I appear in it may perhaps need explanation. I hate explanations, but here it is. When Margery was eight months old, she was taught to call me "Uncle." I must suppose that at this time I was always giving her thingsâthings she really wanted, such as boot-laces, the best china, evening papers and so onâ which had been withheld by those in authority. Later on, these persons came round to my way of thinking, and gave her, if not the best china, at any rate cake and bread-and- butter. Naturally their offerings, being appreciated at last, were greeted with the familiar cry of "Uncle," "No, dear, not 'Uncle,' "Thank-you/ " came the correction.] Dear Thankyou,âI've some wonderful news for you! Guess what it is; but no, you never will. Well, I'D tell you. I can walk! Really and really. It is most awfully interesting. You put one foot out to the right, and then you bring the left after it. That's one walk, and I have done seven altogether.You have to keep your hands out in front of you, so as to balance properly. That's all the rulesâthe rest is just knack. I got it quite suddenly. It is such fun; I wake up about five every morning now, thinking of it. Of course I fall down now and then. You see, I'm only beginning. When I fall, Mother comes and picks me up. That reminds me, I don't want you to call me "Baby" any more now I can walk. Babies can't walk, they just get carried about and put in perambulators. I was given a lot of names a long time ago, but I forget what they were. I think one was rather silly, like Margery, but I have never had it used lately. Mother always calls me O. D. now. Good-by...--This text refers to the Paperback edition.