The Chronicles of the Imp: A Romance

Mr. Jeffery Farnol is an Englishman, and his best-known book, _The Broad Highway_, is redolent of the atmosphere of his native country. Nevertheless it was written in the United...

"Yes," I answered, raising my cap. And there I stopped, trying frantically to remember the speech I had so carefully prepared--the greeting which was to have explained my conduc...

Mr. Selwyn remained staring down at me for a moment, and I saw the points of his moustache positively curling with indignation. Then, without deigning a reply, he turned on his...

Most children are blessed with imagination, but the Imp in this respect is gifted beyond his years. For him there is no such thing as "pretence"; he has but to close his eyes a...

There are few things in this world more difficult to manage than a common or garden ladder; among other peculiarities it has a most unpleasant knack of kicking out suddenly just...

I stopped suddenly short at the sight of two figures--one in the cap and apron of a waiting-maid and the other in the gorgeous plush and gold braid of a footman; and they were s...

"Imp," I said, "come here." He obeyed readily. "When you cut that rope and set your Auntie Lisbeth adrift, you didn't remember the man who was drowned in the weir last month, di...

"I know I can, sir. Ye see, he died in my arms, called me 'is bye Jarge, said 'e were proud of me, 'e did! A man can begin again an' live straight an' square wi' a memory the li...

"Well, she got cross with me first--an' over such a little thing too! We were in the orchard, an' I spilt some lemonade on her gown--only about half a glass, you know, an' when...

And so, upon that summer morning, the good ship _Joyful Hope_ set sail for the "Land of Heart's Delight," and surely no vessel of her size ever carried quite such a cargo of hap...