"Uncle Dick," said the Imp in his thoughtful way, "I think I'll
be a bandit for a bit."
"Anything you like," I answered rashly, "so long as we get away
while we can."
"All right," he whispered, "I won't be a minute," and before I
could stop him he had scrambled down the steps and fallen to upon
the ice cream.
The wonderful celerity with which the Imp wolfed down that ice
cream was positively awe-inspiring. In less time almost than it
takes to tell the plate was empty. Yet scarcely had he swallowed
the last mouthful when he heard Mr. Selwyn's voice close by. In
his haste the Imp dropped his cap, a glaring affair of red and
white, and before he could recover it Lisbeth reappeared, followed
by Mr. Selwyn.
- "It certainly is more pleasant out here!" he was saying.
Lisbeth came straight towards the cap-it was a moral impossibility
that she could fail to see it - yet she sank into her chair without
word or sign. Mr. Selwyn, on the contrary, stood with the empty
ice plate in his hand, staring at it in wide-eyed astonishment.
"It's gone!" he exclaimed.
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