"Oh, you might be worse," I answered reassuringly. "Oh, you might be worse," I answered reassuringly. "Do you think they'll notice it?" he inquired, contorting himself horribly in order to view the small of his back. "Do you think they'll notice it?" he inquired, contorting himself horribly in order to view the small of his back. "Well," I hesitated, "it all depends, you know." "Well," I hesitated, "it all depends, you know." "I don't mind Dorothy, or Betty the cook, or the governess--it's Auntie Lisbeth I'm thinking about." "I don't mind Dorothy, or Betty the cook, or the governess--it's Auntie Lisbeth I'm thinking about." "Auntie--who?" I exclaimed, regardless of grammar. "Auntie--who?" I exclaimed, regardless of grammar. "Auntie Lisbeth," repeated the Imp. "Auntie Lisbeth," repeated the Imp. "What is she like?" "What is she like?" "Oh, she's grown up big, only she's nice. She came to take care of Dorothy an' me while mother goes away to get nice an' strong--oh, Auntie Lisbeth's jolly, you know." "Oh, she's grown up big, only she's nice. She came to take care of Dorothy an' me while mother goes away to get nice an' strong--oh, Auntie Lisbeth's jolly, you know." "With black hair and blue eyes?" The Imp nodded. "With black hair and blue eyes?" The Imp nodded. "And a dimple at the corner of her mouth?" I went on dreamily. "And a dimple at the corner of her mouth?" I went on dreamily.
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