deft, white fingers, looking up at me meanwhile with a laugh in her
eyes that seemed almost a challenge. I took a hasty step toward
her, but as I did so the Imp hove into view, and the opportunity
was lost.

"Hallo, Auntie Lisbeth!" he exclaimed, eyeing her wonderingly; then
his glance wandered round as if in quest of something.

"How did she do it, Uncle Dick?" he inquired.

"Do what, my Imp?"

"Why, get out of the tree?" I smiled and looked at Lisbeth.

"Did she climb down?"

"No," said I, shaking my head.

"Did she-jump down?"

"No, she didn't jump down, my Imp."

"Well, did she - did she fly down?"

"No, nor fly down - she just came down."

"Yes, but how did she - "

"Reginald," said Lisbeth, "run and tell the maids to bring tea out
here - for three."