"Hallo, Dorothy!" cried the imp; "this is Uncle Dick. You can come
an' shake hands with him if you like."

"I didn't know I had an Uncle Dick," said Dorothy, hesitating.

"Oh, yes; it's all right," answered the Imp reassuringly. "I found
him, you know, an' he likes worms, too!"

"How do you do, Uncle Dick?" she said in a quaint, old-fashioned
way. "Reginald is always finding things, you know, an' he likes
worms, too!" Dorothy gave me her hand demurely.

>From somewhere near by there came the silvery chime of a bell.

"Why, there's the tea-bell!" exclaimed Lisbeth; "and, Reginald,
you have to change those muddy clothes. Say good-bye to Mr. Brent,
children, and come along."

"Imp," I whispered as the others turned away, "where did you hide
those stockings?" And I slipped the half crown into his ready
palm.

"Along the river there's a tree - very big an' awfull' fat, you know,
with a lot of stickie-out branches, an' a hole in its stomach -
they're in there."

"Reginald!" called Lisbeth.

"Up stream or down?"