" What then? "There'll be a reckoning--"
With a sharp little exclamation of annoyance the distraught guardian
drew his watch from under his pillow and held it to the tiny shaft of
light. "Half-past-one!" Well, he did not need to cross that bridge until
he came to it! He dug his tired head into his pillow and went to sleep
to dream of Madame Forsyth and Robin and Jeanne d'Arc sitting in a
social club at the House of Laughter.
CHAPTER XXI
AT THE GRANGER MILLS
"I really think, little Miss Robin, that you ought to go."
"Why, I should think you'd be _crazy_ to go!"
"If I may be so bold's to remind you, the man is waiting for an answer."
Robin looked from her guardian's face to Beryl's to Harkness'.
"You're all conspiring against me, I do believe!" she cried. "I'll go if
you say I ought to, but I just hate to. I don't want to meet the young
people, there. And I'm dreadfully afraid of Mrs. Granger since Susy
spoiled her dress."
"Mrs. Granger was one of your Aunt Mathilde's closest friends--until the
death of young Christopher. Then, in the strange mood your aunt
encouraged, she let the intimacy drop.
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