"
"On your honour?"
"On my honour!"
"So help you Sam?"
"So help me Sam!" she repeated, smiling, but there were tears in
her voice.
Very gravely the Imp drew his "trusty sword," which she, following
his instructions, obediently kissed.
"And now," cried he, "we are all happy again, aren't we?"
"More happy than I ever hoped or dreamed to be," answered Lisbeth,
still upon her knees; "and oh, Imp - dear little Imp, come and kiss
me."
VIII
THE LAND OF HEART'S DELIGHT
Surely there never was and never could be such another morning as
this! Ever since the first peep of dawn a blackbird had been
singing to me from the fragrant syringa-bush that blossomed just
beneath my window. Each morning I had wakened to the joyous
melody of his golden song. But to-day the order was reversed. I
had sat there at my open casement, breathing the sweet purity of
the morning, watching the eastern sky turn slowly from pearl-grey
to saffron and from saffron to deepest crimson, until at last
the new-risen sun had filled all the world with his glory. And
then this blackbird of mine had begun - very hoarse at first, trying
a note now and then in a tentative sort of fashion, as though still
drowsy and not quite sure of himself, but little by little his notes
had grown longer, richer, mellower, until here he was pouring out
his soul in an ecstasy.
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