I'm afraid he is. Why?"
"Cause cook says he is, an' so does Jane, an' they know all about
love, you know. I've heard them read it out of a book lots an'
lots of times. But I think love is awfull' silly, don't you,
Uncle Dick?"
"Occasionally I greatly fear so," I sighed.
"You wouldn't go loving anybody, would you, Uncle Dick?"
"Not if I could help it," I answered, shaking my head; "but I do
love some one, and that's the worst of it,"
"Oh!" exclaimed the Imp, but in a tone more of sorrow than anger.
"Don't be too hard on me, Imp," I said; "your turn may come when
you are older; you may love somebody one of these days."
The Imp frowned and shook his head. "No," he answered sternly;
"when I grow up big I shall keep ferrets. Ben, the gardener's boy,
has one with the littlest, teeniest pink nose you ever saw."
"Certainly a ferret has its advantages, I mused. "A ferret will not
frown upon one one minute and flash a dimple at one the next. And
then, again, a ferret cannot be reasonably supposed to possess an
aunt. There is something to be said for your idea after all, Imp.
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