"Yes, but how did she—"
"Reginald," said Lisbeth, "run and tell the maids to bring tea out here—for three."
"Three?" echoed the Imp. "But Dorothy has gone out to tea, you know—is Uncle Dick going to—"
"To be sure, Imp," I nodded.
"Oh, that is fine—hurrah, Little-John!" he cried, and darted off to ward the house.
"And you, Lisbeth?" I said, imprisoning her hands, "are you glad also?"
Lisbeth did not speak, yet I was satisfied nevertheless.