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Title: The imp and the angel
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Bacon, Josephine Dodge Daskam, 1876-1961
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Publisher: New York : Charles Scribner's Sons

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It comes very soon, and youd be back beforethey knew you had gone. Of course, youneednt unless you care to. If youd rather sellpapers Oh, no ! said the Imp, decidedly. Then, theres your mother, said the man, she will probably miss you at first, and shellfeel very bad—for a while. Shell miss you atnight But the Imp heard no more. He buried his face in his polo-cap and sobbedwith remorse and loneliness. Oh, dear ! Oh, dear ! he moaned. Illmiss her, too ! Ill miss her awfully bad ! Well, said the man, heres the station ! And down the car steps stumbled Perry ScottStafford, with very red eyes and a very damp cap.The man waved his hand out of the window, andthe Imp called huskily after him, Good-by ! But I shant keep kittens—Ishant! He did not hear the mans reply,which was somewhat confused. And the train, when it came, went all too slowlyfor Perry Scott Stafford, who was frightened athis daring and remorseful at his bad temper, andfilled with a great and powerful desire to see his 166
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He wept quietly on her white lawn shoulder. THE PUB LI ASK L The Prodigal Imp mother—so much so that he wept at intervals,and feeling, as he did, very pious, recited softly, Little Imps must brush their teeth, under theimpression that he was saying his prayers ! Andwhen he got off at the station he fled to his home,with a love for it that he had never felt before. He stumbled up the gravel path and notedwith amazement that all was as he had left it.The house looked the same, and the croquet-ground and the stables. Even the hammock heldthe same person whose laugh had made him hurryalong to the train on that dreadful occasion thatsomehow seemed so long ago ! He skirted the house and went in at the backdoor. His mother was sewing in the shadeon the side porch. She looked very cool andwhite and comfortable, and she was singing alittle tune just as contentedly as if she had notcome near losing her only son. His tears flowed afresh, and he jumped intoher arms, explaining his late revengef

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