"And there it is," I said, pointing to where it lay!" The Imp
received it with profuse thanks, and having wrung out the water,
clapped it upon his curls and sat down beside me.

"I found another man who wants to be me uncle," he began.

"Oh, indeed?"

"Yes; but I don't want any more, you know."

"Of course not!" One like me suffices for your every-day needs
- eh, my Imp?"

The Imp nodded. "It was yesterday," he continued. "He came to see
Auntie Lisbeth, an' I found them in the summer-house in the orchard.
An' I heard him say, 'Miss Elizbeth, you're prettier than ever!"

"Did he though, confound him!"

Yes, an then Auntie Lisbeth looked silly, an' then he saw me behind
a tree an' he looked silly, too, Then he said, 'Come here, little
man!' An' I went, you know, though I do hate to be called 'little
man.' Then he said he'd give me a shilling if I'd call him Uncle
Frank."

"And what did you answer?"

"'Fraid I'm awfull' wicked," sighed the Imp, shaking his head,
"'cause I told him a great big lie."