"
"You'd better come here and I'll give you a rub-down my Imp." He
obeyed, with many profuse expressions of gratitude.
Hay you got any Aunties?" he inquired, as I laboured upon his miry
person.
"No," I answered, shaking my head; "unfortunately mine are all Aunts
and that is vastly different."
"Oh," said the Imp, regarding me with a puzzled expression; "are
they nice - I mean do they ever read to out of the history book, and
help you to sail boats, an' paddle?"
"Paddle?" I repeated
"Yes. My Auntie Lisbeth does. The other day we got up awfull'
early an' went for a walk an' we came to the river, so we took off
our shoes an' stockings an' we paddled; it was ever so jolly, you
know. An' when Auntie wasn't looking I found a frog an' put
it in her stocking."
"Highly strategic, my Imp! Well?"
"It was awful funny," he said, smiling dreamily. "When she went to
put it on she gave a little high-up scream like Dorothy does when I
pinch her a bit - an' then she throwed them both away, 'cause she
was afraid there was frogs in both of them. Then she put on her
shoes without any stockings at all, so I hid them.
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