Coming at last to the Shrubbery gate, we paused awhile to regain our breath.
"Uncle Dick," said the Imp, regarding me with a thoughtful eye, "did you see his arm--I mean before you smote him 'hip and thigh'?"
"I did."
"It was round her waist."
"Imp, it was."
"Just like Peter's?"
"Yes."
"An' the man with the funny name?"
"Archibald's, yes."
"An'--an'----"