"We're sorry, Mr. Lynch, that
you're too good to come with us! Ma, (turning to a meek-faced woman),
leave the door unlocked. The meeting'll be a long one."
And just as Mrs. Williams patted down the last sandwich, Mrs. Lynch,
with a shaking hand, closed the door and, turning, faced Dale and Robin.
"Well, of all the ungrateful creatures!" cried Beryl, who had taken in
the little scene from the kitchen door.
"Now don't you be a-caring, girlie dear," begged Mrs. Lynch, frightened
at Robin's stricken face.
Robin turned her glance around the deserted room as though she simply
could not believe her eyes. It must surely be an awful dream from which
she would awaken. Mrs. Lynch went on, speaking quickly as though to
keep back her own tears of disappointment. "It's a grand time the
kiddies had this day, bless the little hearts of them, and a loving you
like you were some bit of a fairy--the impudence of them--"
"Who are the Rileys?" demanded Robin, sternly--for she _had_ to know;
the Rileys had spoiled her beautiful plans.
"Now don't you be a-bothering your bright head with the Rileys or anyone
else--"
Dale interrupted his mother.
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