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.
Pages:
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150