"Careful now, Imp!" I cautioned; "if any one should see us they'll
take us for thieves, or lunatics, beyond a doubt."
We found ourselves in an enclosed garden with a walk which led
between rows of fruit trees. Following this, it brought us out
upon a broad stretch of lawn, with here and there a great tree,
and beyond, the gleaming windows of the house. Filled with the
spirit of adventure, we approached, keeping in the shadow as much
as possible, until we could see figures that strolled to and fro
upon the terrace or promenaded the walks below.
The excitement of dodging our way among so many people was intense;
time and again we were only saved from detection by more than one
wandering couple, owing to the fact that all their attention was
centred in themselves. For instance, we were skirmishing round a
clump of laurels, to gain the shadow of the terrace, when we almost
ran into the arms of a pair; but they didn't see us for the very
good reason that she was staring at the moon, and he at her.
"So sweet of you, Archibald!" she was saying.
"What did she call him 'bald for, Uncle Dick?" inquired the Imp in
a loud stage-whisper, as I dragged him down behind the laurels.
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