"
"Why, then, let's be pirates, Uncle Dick," he said with an air of
finality. "I think I'll be Scarlet Sam, 'cause I know all about
him, an' you can be Timothy Bone, the boatswain."
"Aye, aye, sir," I responded promptly; "only I say, Imp, don't roll
your eyes so frightfully or you may roll yourself overboard,"
Scorning reply, he drew his cutlass, and setting it between his
teeth in most approved pirate fashion, sat, pistol in hand, frowning
terrifically at creation in general.
"Starboard your helm - starboard!" he cried, removing his weapon for
the purpose.
"Starboard it is!" I answered,
"Clear away for action!" growled the Imp. "Double-shot the
cannonades, and bo'sun, pipe all hands to quarters."
Whereupon I executed a lively imitation of a boatswain's whistle.
Most children are blessed with imagination, but the Imp in this
respect is gifted beyond his years. For him there is no such thing
as "pretence"; he has but to close his eyes a moment to open them
upon a new and a very real world of his own - the golden world of
Romance, wherein so few of us are privileged to walk in these cold
days of common-sense.
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