"You are become," etc. etc., moaned the river. It was therefore with no little trepidation that I looked forward to my meeting with Lisbeth. It was at this moment that the bushes parted and a boy appeared. He was a somewhat diminutive boy, clad in a velvet suit with a lace collar, both of which were plentifully bespattered with mud. He carried his shoes and stockings beneath one arm, and in the other hand swung a hazel branch. He stood with his little brown legs well apart, regarding me with a critical eye; but when at length he spoke his attitude was decidedly friendly. It was at this moment that the bushes parted and a boy appeared. He was a somewhat diminutive boy, clad in a velvet suit with a lace collar, both of which were plentifully bespattered with mud. He carried his shoes and stockings beneath one arm, and in the other hand swung a hazel branch. He stood with his little brown legs well apart, regarding me with a critical eye; but when at length he spoke his attitude was decidedly friendly. "Hallo, man!" "Hallo, man!" "Hallo," I returned; "and who may you be?" "Hallo," I returned; "and who may you be?" "Well," he answered gravely, "my real name is Reginald Augustus, but they call me 'The Imp.'" "Well," he answered gravely, "my real name is Reginald Augustus, but they call me 'The Imp.'" "I can well believe it," I said, eyeing his muddy person. "I can well believe it," I said, eyeing his muddy person. "If you please, what is an imp?" "If you please, what is an imp?" "An imp," I explained, "is a sort of an--angel." "An imp," I explained, "is a sort of an--angel." "But," he demurred, after a moment's thought, "I haven't got any wings an' things--or a trumpet."
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