"Did you, Imp?"

"Yes!" I said I didn't want his shilling, an' I do, you know, most
awfully, to buy a spring pistol with."

"Oh, well, we'll see what can be done about the spring pistol," I
answered. "And so you don't like him, eh?"

"Should think not," returned the Imp promptly!" "He's always so -
so awfull' clean, an' wears a little moustache with teeny sharp
points on it.

"Any one who does that deserves all he gets," I said, shaking my
head. And what is his name?"

"The Honourable Frank Selwyn, an' he lives at Selwyn Park - the
next house to ours."

"Oho!" I exclaimed, and whistled.

"Uncle Dick" said the Imp, breaking in upon a somewhat unpleasant
train of thought conjured up by this intelligence, "will you come
an' be 'Little-John under the merry greenwood tree? Do?"

"Why what do you know about 'the merry greenwood,' Imp?"

"Oh lots!" he answered, hastily pulling out the tattered book.
"This is all about Robin Hood an' Little-John. Ben, the gardener's
boy, lent it to me. Robin Hood was a fine chap an' so was
Little-John an' they used to set ambushes an' capture the Sheriff