"I do believe you have been marrying each other!" she said suddenly.
The Imp forgot all about his "weather eye" and stared aghast.
"'Course not!" he cried at last. "Uncle Dick wouldn't do such a
thing, would you, Uncle Dick?"
"Imp I have - I do confess it."
"Oh!" he exclaimed in a tone of deepest tragedy. "And you let him
go and do it, Auntie Lisbeth?"
"He was so very, very persistent, Imp," she sad, actually turning
crimson beneath his reproachful eye.
"Don't be too hard on us, Imp," I pleaded.
"I s'pose it can't he helped now," he said, a little mollified, but
frowning sternly, nevertheless.
"No," I answered, with my eyes upon Lisbeth's lovely, blushing face,
"it certainly can't be helped now,"
"And you'll never do it again ?"
"Never again, Imp."
"Then I forgive you, only why - why did you do it?"
"Well, you see, my Imp, I have an old house in the country, a very
cosy old place, but it's lonely, horribly lonely, to live by one's
self. I've wanted somebody to help me to live in it for a long time,
but nobody wou1d you know, Imp.
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