"Hush, Bo, hush. They're dreadfully noisy. They love company. Won't you
sit down?"
Mr. Allendyce sat gingerly upon the nearest chair. His companion pulled
one up close to him. He perceived with something of a shock that she
limped and at this discovery he looked at her again and drew in a quick
breath.
Why, here was the oddest little thing he had ever seen. He had thought
her a child, yet the wide eyes, set deep and of the blue of midnight,
had a quaint seriousness and understanding; in the corner of her lips
lingered a tender droop oddly at variance with the childish dimple of
the finely moulded chin. Though the girl's red hair--like flame, as the
lawyer had first thought, gave her an alive look, the little form under
the queer straight dress was diminutive to frailty.
"Who are you, my dear?"
"Robin Forsyth. Jimmie calls me Red-Robin because I hop when I walk."
"Is Jimmie your--"
"He's my Parent. Do you know Jimmie?"
"N-no, not--exactly." The little man was wondering how his investigators
had failed to report this young girl.
"Jimmie ought to be here soon. He went out to sell a picture to old Mrs.
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