IMPS 29 



administered some good whacks to it, there and 

 then. 



" That thing could not possibly know anything 

 about buttons," I said. 



"Oh yes," he said, "he does; he knows all 

 about it, and until he brings them back, I will beat 

 him every day." 



I laughed all the way indoors. I had now 

 given up all idea of ever seeing the links again, and 

 the Burra Sahib said he would buy me some more. 

 Without any intention, or knowing why I did it, I 

 went straight upstairs, and idly put my hand into 

 the pocket of a gown I had not worn for some 

 time. What is that in the corner? Something 

 small and hard. I waited a minute and drew 

 slowly out a small embroidered handkerchief, with 

 something tied up in one end ! The dumb bells ! 

 I could not believe my eyes. Try as I would, I 

 had no more recollection of having put them there 

 myself, than I had of flying. My memory was a 

 complete blank ; but I felt rather small, neverthe- 

 less. However, I immediately announced their 

 arrival, and the imp was cleared. 



This was Imp No. 2. I had had a previous 



