“I am glad of that!” exclaimed Timothy; “I’m glad that there are no more of you!”
“Plenty more! Plenty more, Timothy!” they cried, laughing and holding their sides. “But we’ll do, Timothy! We’ll do! Oh, yes, we’ll do! We’ll do!”
Timothy Tuttle was no coward, but he could not help feeling somewhat frightened as he looked at their antics; and he gazed around to see where they could have come in. The door was locked, and only the window was open.
“What do you want? Go away! Go away!” he cried, in a husky voice.
The little Imps grinned all the more.
“Dee-lighted to see you, Timothy!”
“Flattering reception, Timothy!”
“We’ll be happy to stay, Timothy!”
And with that they began to bow again with great politeness.
Timothy looked about for some weapon of defence, but saw nothing within reach.