'He's not a bit bald, you know! An' I say, Uncle Dick, did you see
his arm, it was round - "
"Yes - yes!" I nodded.
"Just like Peter's, you know."
"Yes - yes, I saw."
"I wonder why she called him - "
"Hush!" I broke in, "his name is Archibald, I suppose."
"Well, I hope when I grow up nobody will ever call me - "
"Hush!" I said again, "not a word - there's your Auntie Lisbeth!
She was, indeed, standing upon the terrace, within a yard of our
hiding-place, and beside her was Mr. Selwyn.
"Uncle Dick," whispered the irrepressible Imp, "do you think if we
watch long enough that Mr. Selwyn will put his arm round - "
"Shut up!" I whispered savagely. Lisbeth was clad in a long,
trailing gown of dove-coloured silk - one of those close-fitting
garments that make the uninitiated, such as myself, wonder how they
are ever got on. Also, she wore a shawl, which I was sorry for,
because I have always been an admirer of beautiful things, and
Lisbeth's neck and shoulders are glorious. Mr. Selwyn stood beside
her with a plate of ice cream in his hand, which he handed to her,
and they sat down.
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