The Imp and the Angel
"I guess not," he said; "it's quite a ways. She won't be a minute."
"Yes, she will," insisted the Angel, "she stays and talks. Is it over there?"
The Imp nodded. "Just behind the bath-houses," he said.
Now, whether it was that Algernon wished to exhibit a courage he did not feel, or whether he was really reckless, will never be known; but he seized the Imp's hand, and they had trotted down the side steps before Emma had fairly taken the letters in her hand. They went too fast to talk, and only when they were settled in the sand behind the double row of bath-houses did the Imp begin to make acquaintance.
"Do you like to take naps?" he inquired curiously, as Algernon seized the shovel and began to dig violently, as if to make up for all the days on the piazza.
"No," replied his mother's angel, shortly.
The Imp waited, but he said nothing more.
"Do you like your trousers tight that way?" pursued the Imp.
"No," replied the Angel again, continuing his excavations.
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