"I suppose you are both ridiculously happy," said Lady Warburton,
eyeing us over her coffee cup.
"Most absurdly!" answered Lisbeth, blushing all in a moment.
"Preposterously!" I nodded.
"Of course!" said Lady Warburton, and setting down her cup, she
sighed, while I wondered what memories her narrow life could hold.
"Uncle Dick," said the Imp suddenly, "do you s'pose Scarlet Sam
ever ate blackberry jam?"
"Undoubtedly, my Imp, when he could get it." This appeared to
greatly relieve his mind; for he took another helping.
But all things must have an end, alas!-even such a breakfast as
this, and presently we were out in the sunshine again, standing
beneath the weather-beaten sign whereon three faded fishermen
fished with faded rods in a faded stream; while away down the
road we could see Peter already approaching with the carriage.
"And now I suppose you are going?" said Lady Warburton.
"There is a train at half-past ten," I answered.
"An' we are going, too !" said Dorothy.
"Yes, we're quite ready, Uncle Dick," cried the Imp, thrusting his
pistols into his belt.
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