On the other side of the giant tree I beheld a figure half sitting,
half lying. The shadow was deep here, but as I stooped the kindly
moon sent down a shaft of silver light, and I saw a lovely, startled
face, with great, tear-dimmed eyes.
"Lisbeth!" I exclaimed; then, prompted by a sudden thought, I
glanced hastily around.
"I am alone," she said, interpreting my thought aright.
"But - here - and - and at such an hour!" I stammered foolishly.
She seemed to be upon her feet in one movement, fronting me with
flashing eyes.
"I came to look for the Imp. I found this on his pillow. Perhaps
you will explain?" and she handed me a crumpled paper.
DEAR AUNTIE LISBATH: (I read)
Unkel dick is going away bekors he is in luv with you and you are
angry with the Blasted oke, where I hid yore stokkings if you want
to kiss me and be kind to me again, come to me bekors I want
someboddie to be nice to me now he is gone.
yore luving sorry IMP.
P.S. He said he would like to hang himself in his sword-belt to
the arm of yonder tree and hurl himself from yon topmost pinnakel,
so I no he is in luv with you.
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