"All right, Uncle Dick!" cried a voice; "it's only the branch.
Don't worry."
"Imp!" I exclaimed.
"I'm coming, Uncle Dick," he answered, and with much exertion and
heavy breathing he presently emerged into view and squirmed himself
safely to earth. For a moment he stood looking from one to the
other of us, then he turned to Lisbeth.
"Won't you forgive me, too, Auntie Lisbeth, please?" he said.
"Forgive you!" she cried, and falling on her knees, gathered him in
her arms.
"I'm glad I didn't go to Persia, after all, Uncle Dick," he said
over her shoulder.
"Persia!" repeated Lisbeth, wonderingly.
"Oh, yes; you were so angry with Uncle Dick an' me - so frightfull'
angry, you know, that I was going to try to find the 'wonderful
lamp' so I could wish everything all right again an' all of us 'live
happy ever after'; but the blasted oak did just as well, an' was
nicer, somehow, wasn't it?"
"Infinitely nicer," I answered.
"An' you will never be angry with Uncle Dick or me any more, will
you, auntie - that is, not frightfull' angry, you know?"
"Never any more, dear.
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