Alice Duer Miller and Henry Wise Miller, Scribner's Magazine, Volume 28… (1900)
“ Why an uncle? And uncle who? When? Who was there? What was the occasion?" At this instant Hexham burst out from among the palms. "Leila," he cried, "do you mean to tell me that this is the last bottle of light beer in the house?" "I don't know, Peter," she faltered, "I'll go and see," and she disappeared, leaving me a prey to Hexham and the mythical uncle. Hexham led me whither the glimmer of a white tablecloth, covered with the implements for the concoction of a Welsh rarebit, was visible among the palms and india-rubber trees. ”
