The Imp and the Angel
sir, and tell your mother that that's good, honest sunburn, that you never were so well in your life, and that a few more days with the Imp, here, will make another man of you! Dried beef and licorice and dirt in the sun will do him more good than tight clothes in the shade, madam; I can assure you of that!"
And with this, the longest speech that he had made during the summer, the famous doctor slapped the Angel's shoulder, and tweaked the Imp's ear. "Get along with you!" he said gruffly, and they ran out of the room together, the nurse bringing up the rear.
"Do you suppose he 'll play with Tracy and me to-morrow, muvver?"
The Imp said muvver from habit, not necessity, and he was lying, clean and penitent, in his bed, with the empty bread and milk bowl on the floor beside them.
His mother's mouth trembled a little at the corners.
"I should n't be surprised if he did," she answered. "You see, the doctor said it would be good for him; and probably, if he takes great care not to go beyond the old wreck on any account,
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