"Auntie - who?" I exclaimed, regardless of grammar.

" Auntie Lisbeth," repeated the Imp.

"What is she like?"

"Oh, she's grown up big, only she's nice. She came to take care of
Dorothy an' me while mother goes away to get nice an strong - oh
Auntie Lisbeth's jolly, you know."

"With black hair and blue eyes?"

The Imp nodded.

"And a dimple at the corner of her mouth?" I went on dreamily - "
a dimple that would lead a man to the - Old Gentleman himself."

"What old gentleman?"

"Oh, a rather disreputable old gentleman," I answered evasively.

"An' do you know my Auntie Lisbeth?"

"I think it extremely probable - in fact, I'm sure of it."

"Then you might end me your handkerchief, please; I tied mine to a
bush for a flag, you know, an' it blew away."

"You'd better come here and I'll give you a rub-down my Imp." He
obeyed, with many profuse expressions of gratitude.