"Uncle Dick," said the Imp suddenly, "do you s'pose Scarlet Sam ever ate blackberry jam?" "Undoubtedly, my Imp, when he could get it." This appeared to greatly relieve his mind; for he took another helping. But all things must have an end, alas!-even such a breakfast as this, and presently we were out in the sunshine again, standing beneath the weather-beaten sign whereon three faded fishermen fished with faded rods in a faded stream; while away down the road we could see Peter already approaching with the carriage. "And now I suppose you are going?" said Lady Warburton. "There is a train at half-past ten," I answered. "An' we are going, too!" said Dorothy. "Yes, we're quite ready, Uncle Dick," cried the Imp, thrusting his pistols into his belt. "But you wouldn't leave me all alone, would you, children?" asked Lady Warburton, and there was a certain wistfulness in her sharp face that seemed new to it. "'Course not," sighed the Imp, "only--" "We must stay and take care of her, Reginald," nodded Dorothy decisively. "Yes, I'll take care of you, Aunt, with lance, battle-axe, an' sword, by day an' night," said the Imp, "only--I should have liked to see Uncle Dick's wonderful house, with the real swords an' armour, in the Land of Heart's Delight--some day, you know." "And so you shall," cried Lady Warburton, and she actually stooped to kiss him, and then Dorothy, rather 'pecky' kisses, perhaps, but very genuine kisses notwithstanding. "Richard," she said, giving me her hand, "we shall come down to your wonderful house--all three of us next week, so be prepared--now be off--both of you." "Then you forgive me, Aunt?" asked Lisbeth, hesitating. "Well, I don't quite know yet, Lisbeth; but, my dear, I'll tell you something I have never mentioned to a living soul but you; if I had acted forty years ago as you did to-day, I should have been a very different creature to the cross-grained old woman you think me. There--there's a kiss, but as for forgiving you--that is quite another matter; I must have time to think it all over. Good-bye, my dear; and, Richard, fill her life with happiness, to make up for mine, if you can. Children, bid good-bye to your Auntie--and Uncle Dick!" "You won't forget the sword with the 'deadly point,' will you, Uncle Dick?" "I won't forget, my Imp!" Hereupon he tried to smile, but his trembling lips refused, and snatching his band from mine he turned away; as for Dorothy, she was sobbing into the fur of the fluffy kitten. Then I helped Lisbeth aboard The Joyful Hope, loving her the more for the tears that gleamed beneath her long lashes, and 'casting loose,' we glided out into the stream. There they stood, the two children, with the white-haired figure between them, Dorothy holding up the round-eyed "Louise" for a parting glimpse, and the Imp flourishing his cutlass, until a bend of the river hid them from view. So Lisbeth and I sailed on together through the golden morning to "The Land of Heart's Delight."