At last our Auntie Lisbeth has
promised to take care of the house and me, to fill the desolate rooms
with her voice and sweet presence and my empty life with her life.
You can't quite understand how much this means to me now, Imp, but
you will some day, perhaps."
"But are you going to take our Auntie Lisbeth away from us?" cried
Dorothy.
"Yes, dear," I answered, "but - "
"Oh, I don't like that one bit!" exclaimed the Imp.
"But you shall come there and stay with us as often as you wish,"
said Lisbeth.
"That would be perfectly beautiful!" cried Dorothy.
"Yes, but when?" inquired the Imp gloomily.
"Soon," I answered.
"Very soon!" said Lisbeth.
"Will you promise to be 'Timothy Bone, the bo'sun,' an' the 'Black
Knight,' an' 'Little-John' whenever I want you to - so help you
Sam, Uncle Dick?"
"I will, Imp."
"An' make me a long sword with a - a 'deadly point' ?"
"Yes," I nodded, "and show you some real ones, too."
"Real ones?" he cried.
"Oh, yes, and armour as well; there's lots of it in the old house,
you know."
"Let's go now!" he cried, nearly upsetting the boat in his eagerness.
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