Then she looked up and said soberly, "Uncle Danny, I'm awful glad you're here."

"Have a butter dream," Uncle Danny suggested to the author at bedtime.

Uncle Danny... he'd gone downtown to the "Loop" earlier that day to pass some time with his old cronies.

"I gather," said Uncle Danny dryly, "that the patient is feeling better."

"Uncle Danny seems to have recovered his spirits."

Uncle Danny, face white, was wiping cold beads of sweat off his forehead.

Uncle Danny did a little tap step off in one corner.

Uncle Danny, sitting next to Harry, had his arm thrown around Harry's shoulders companionably.

Uncle Danny yelled, "Hey, come here, you guys, will you?"

When Foster's plans were made to escape from the asylum, he must have written to good old Uncle Danny asking him for help.