Hay you got any Aunties?" he inquired, as I laboured upon his miry
person.

"No," I answered, shaking my head; "unfortunately mine are all Aunts
and that is vastly different."

"Oh," said the Imp, regarding me with a puzzled expression; "are
they nice - I mean do they ever read to out of the history book, and
help you to sail boats, an' paddle?"

"Paddle?" I repeated

"Yes. My Auntie Lisbeth does. The other day we got up awfull'
early an' went for a walk an' we came to the river, so we took off
our shoes an' stockings an' we paddled; it was ever so jolly, you
know. An' when Auntie wasn't looking I found a frog an' put
it in her stocking."

"Highly strategic, my Imp! Well?"

"It was awful funny," he said, smiling dreamily. "When she went to
put it on she gave a little high-up scream like Dorothy does when I
pinch her a bit - an' then she throwed them both away, 'cause she
was afraid there was frogs in both of them. Then she put on her
shoes without any stockings at all, so I hid them."

"Where?" I cried eagerly.

"Reggie!" called a voice some distance away - a voice I recognised