"
"An' did he 'swing people at the yard-arm - with a bitter smile'?"
"Lots of 'em!" I answered.
"An' make them 'walk the plank - with a horrid laugh'?"
"By the hundred!"
"An' 'maroon them on a desolate island - with a low chuckle'?"
"Many a time," I answered; "and generally with chuckle."
"Oh. I should like to read about him!" said the Imp with a deep
sigh; "will you lend me your book about him, Uncle Dick?"
I shook my head. "Unfortunately, that, together with many other
valued possessions, has been ravaged from me by the ruthless maw
of Time," I replied sadly.
The Imp sat plunged in deep thought, trailing his fingers pensively
in the water.
"And so your Auntie Lisbeth is going for a row with Mr. Selwyn, is
she?" I said.
"Yes, an' I told her she could come an' be a pirate with me if she
liked - but she wouldn't."
"Strange!" I murmured.
"Uncle Dick, do you think Auntie Lisbeth is in love with Mr.
Selwyn?"
"What?" I exclaimed, and stopped rowing.
"I mean, do you think Mr. Selwyn is in love with Auntie Lisbeth?"
"My Imp.
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