"And mine," I put in, seeing he paused.
"Uncle Dick--why?"
"Ah! who knows, Imp--perhaps it was the Moon-magic. And now, by my troth! 'tis full time all good knights were snoring, so hey for bed and the Slumber-world!"
The ladder was dragged from its hiding-place, and the Imp, having mounted, watched me from his window as I returned it to the laurels for very obvious reasons.
"We didn't see any fairies, did we, Uncle Dick?"
"Well, I think I did, Imp, just for a moment; I may have been mistaken, of course; but anyhow, it has been a very wonderful night all the same. And so--fare thee well, fair Knight!"
CHAPTER V
THE EPISODE OF THE INDIAN'S AUNT
The sun blazed down, as any truly self-respecting sun should, on a fine August afternoon; yet its heat was tempered by a soft, cool breeze that just stirred the leaves above my head.
The river was busy whispering many things to the reeds, things which, had I been wise enough to understand, might have helped me to write many wonderful books, for, as it is so very old, and has both seen and heard so much, it is naturally very wise. But alas! being ignorant of the language of rivers, I had to content myself with my own dreams, and the large, speckled frog that sat beside me, watching the flow of the river with his big, gold-rimmed eyes.