"But you wouldn't leave me all alone, would you, children?" asked
Lady Warburton, and there was a certain wistfulness in her sharp
face that seemed new to it.
"'Course not," sighed the Imp, "only - "
"We must stay and take care of her, Reginald," nodded Dorothy
decisively.
"Yes, I'll take care of you, Aunt, with lance, battle-axe, an'
sword, by day an' night," said the Imp, "only - I should have
liked to see Uncle Dick's wonderful house, with the real swords
an' armour, in the Land of Heart's Delight - some day, you know."
"And so you shall," cried Lady Warburton, and she actually stooped
to kiss him, and then Dorothy, rather 'pecky' kisses, perhaps, but
very genuine kisses notwithstanding.
"Richard," she said, giving me her hand, "we shall come down to your
wonderful house - all three of us next week, so be prepared - now
be off - both of you."
"Then you forgive me, Aunt?" asked Lisbeth, hesitating.
"Well, I don't quite know yet, Lisbeth; but, my dear, I'll tell you
something I have never mentioned to a living soul but you; if I had
acted forty years ago as you did to-day, I should have been a very
different creature to the cross-grained old woman you think me.
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