"Well, Imp," I said, "you've done it this time!"
"'Fraid I have," he returned; "but oh! wasn't it grand - and all
that about Don Pedro an' the treasure galleon! I do wish I knew
as much as you do, Uncle Dick. I'd be a real pirate then."
"Heaven forfend!" I exclaimed. So I presently turned and rowed
back upstream, not a little perturbed in my mind as to the outcome
of the adventure.
"Not a word, mind!" I cautioned as I caught sight of a certain
dainty figure watching our approach from the shade of her parasol.
The Imp nodded, sighed, and sheathed his cutlass.
"Well!" said Lisbeth as we glided up to the water-stairs; "I wonder
what mischief you have been after together?"
"We have been floating upon a river of dreams," I answered, rising
and lifting my hat; "we have likewise discoursed of many things.
In the words of the immortal Carroll:
"'Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, and cabbages, and - '"
"Pirates!" burst out the Imp.
"This dream river of ours," I went on, quelling him with a glance,
"has carried us to you, which is very right and proper.
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