Uncle Max's room is on this floor, at the back.

Uncle Max visited us a few times after that, but we never talked about the door.

I wonder if my Uncle Max has heard of these men.

He ran out the back door to greet his Uncle Max.

Uncle Max has rifles like that, and he's let me shoot them a couple of times.

Uncle Max has one, and he lets me shoot it.

Uncle Max exploded, though she could hear the sudden hope in his voice.

Uncle Max treated him as a son, as did his wife and large family.

He was working for Uncle Max, and earning good money too.

We're going back into that special house Uncle Max made for us.