Do you understand, Imp?"
"Not 'zackly - but it sounds fine! Auntie Lisbeth," he said suddenly,
as we paused at the Shrubbery gate, "don't you think my outlaw must
be very, very fond of Uncle Dick to kiss his hand?"
"Why, of course he must," nodded Lisbeth.
"If," he went on thoughtfully, "if you loved somebody - very much -
would you kiss their hand, Auntie Lisbeth ?"
"I don't know - of course not!"
"But why not - s'posing their hand was nice an' clean
?"
"Oh, well - really I don't know. Imp, run along to bed; do."
"You know now that I wasn't such a pig as to eat all that food,
don't you?" Lisbeth kissed him.
"Now be off to bed with you."
"You'll come an' tuck me up, an' kiss me good-night, won't you?"
"To be sure I will," nodded Lisbeth,
"Why, then, I'll go," said the Imp; and with a wave of the hand to
me he went.
"Dick," said Lisbeth, staring up at the moon, "it was very unwise
of you, to say the least of it, to set a desperate criminal at
large."
"I'm afraid it was, Lisbeth; but then I saw there was good in the
fellow, you know, and - er - "
"Dick," she said again, and then laughed suddenly, with the dimple
in full evidence; "you foolish old Dick - you know you would have
done it anyway for the sake of that dying old soldier.
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