The Imp and the Drum
the Imp's amazing list of acquaintances, a one-legged Grand Army man, who kept a newspaper-stall, had been mentioned, and decided that it could do no harm to let him try.
"Well, put it on," she said, and the Imp proudly assumed the drum, grasped the sticks loosely between his fingers, wagged his head knowingly from side to side, and began.
Brrrm!
Brrrm!
Brrrm! brrrm! brrrm!
The straggling line straightened, the children began to grin, and little Pierre, at the head of the line, stamped his foot and started off. Miss Eleanor's forehead smoothed, and she smiled encouragingly at the Imp.
"That 's it, that 's it!" she cried delightedly. "How easy it looks!"
But the Imp stopped suddenly, and the moving line stopped with him.
"Wait! I forgot!" he said peremptorily. "You must n't start till I do this."
And with a few preliminary taps he gave the long roll that sends a pleasant little thrill to the listener's heart.
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