Wycke. She wanted it but she wanted it cheap, Jimmie says. But we didn't
have anything to eat today so he took the picture to her and he's going
to bring back some cake and ice cream. We'll have a party. Will you
stay?"
"Good heavens," thought Allendyce, startled at her astonishing
frankness. He reached out and patted the small hand.
"You are very kind. Does your Jimmie sell--many pictures?"
"Not many--I heard him and Mr. Tony talking. Mr. Tony's his best friend.
If it were not for me Jimmie'd go away with Mr. Tony. Mr. Tony writes,
you see, and he wants Jimmie to illustrate for him."
"And where is your brother Gordon?"
Robin stared. "My--brother--Gordon?"
"Yes. Gordon--"
"_I_ am Gordon."
"You!"
"My real name is Gordon but Jimmie doesn't like it. He always said it
was too formal for a little girl. So he calls me Red-Robin and he says
he'll never call me anything else. Why do you look so funny?"
For Mr. Allendyce seemed to have crumpled together and to be quite
speechless.
"Don't _you_ think I'm too, oh, sort of insignificant, to be Gordon? I
like Robin much better."
The lawyer did not hear her.
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