Uncle Joseph is a very naughty man and quite untruthful.

"Uncle Joseph is walking with her," she reported.

"Uncle Joseph, it was my fault," she insisted and stepped out from behind me into the light of the setting sun.

As my Uncle Joseph liked to say, for people like us, the malere, the poor, the future was not a given.

They must have thus examined forty people, and still there was no word of Uncle Joseph.

I have left the bill for eight hundred pounds in Uncle Joseph's pocket.

Let me see, Uncle Joseph, what do you suppose the leather business worth?

'And now, Uncle Joseph, what have you done with all that money?'

We palmed Uncle Joseph off upon another man,' said Michael.

'You just looked like a picture my Uncle Joseph has in his shop.'