The lad, unused to girls, acknowledged these introductions rather shyly. Bobs, knowing that he was conscious of his muscle-bound left arm, which he could not move, said at once in her merry, nonsensical manner: "If so many sisters won't frighten you, Dean, I'll retire from the role of brother and let you fill it." Then she added, "I'm not going to call you Mr Wiggin. It is too formal."