come to Gray Manor soon so that I can ask the
rest.

Your loving Red-Robin.

P.S. The violin came and thanks ever and ever so much though Beryl
says she will not call it hers for one little minute. But she most
cried over it she loves it so and she makes the most beautiful
music with it. I am dreadfully jealous because she won't even
listen to a word I say now. She says she's living in the clouds.
It's wonderful to have a big dream, isn't it? But I am starting one
which I'll tell you when it's big enough."

Mr. Allendyce read the letter three times, stopping at intervals to
polish his glasses as though they must be at fault. "What does this
mean?" he exclaimed over and over. "What's up?"

Why on earth was Robin worrying her little head over the Mills and
talking so absurdly about a boneyard? And why did she want more money?
And who were these people with whom she had dined? And what did she and
Beryl want with a club when they had all Gray Manor to play in?

Not able to answer any of these disturbing questions the poor man sought
out Miss Effie--who, having been a girl, once, herself, ought to know
something of the vagaries of a girl's mind.

Miss Effie felt very proud that her brother cared anything for her
opinion. She nodded wisely and smiled reassuringly.

"Girl notions--that's all. Don't worry over the foibles of growing
girls. It's one thing today and something else tomorrow."

The guardian was not so easily reassured. "But Robin isn't like other
girls--" he began, with a disturbing recollection of Robin's
highhandedness in engaging a companion.

"Tush! Bosh!" Miss Effie would not let him go on. "Girls are all alike
under their skins. This poor kiddie's been starved for nice things and
her sudden good fortune's gone to her head. She doesn't know the value
of money, either; what'd seem big to her would be carfare for you. Give
her more to do. And she ought to know some young folks."

Now Cornelius Allendyce beamed fondly upon his sister. She _had_
comforted him. Of course, Robin's subconscious self was reaching out to
touch the lives of others. In spite of their uncertain living she and
Jimmie were of a sociable sort--he ought not to have expected that she
would be content in Gray Manor with no outside interests.

"Couldn't that tutor get up a party?"

"That's a good idea, sister. I'll write to Tubbs. Probably the