"
Then the lawyer remembered Beryl's great good fortune and that nothing
had been said concerning that. How happy Robin would be!
In answer to Madame's summons Robin and Beryl came to the library,
nervously sedate in manner and with fingers intertwined in a close grip.
Madame beckoned to them with her jeweled white hand.
"Come to me, Robin. Are you sorry to find that your mysterious friend
by the Rushing Waters--is your aunt?"
Robin advanced slowly, her eyes on her aunt's face.
"No, oh, no! Only--maybe _you're_ sorry about--_me_--being a girl and
such a small one--and lame, too--"
"Oh, my _dear_!" And Madame Forsyth held out her arms impulsively and
Robin, her face aglow, snuggled into them.
Every moment of that day something exciting and significant seemed to
happen. Ever so many people called, and it was fun to see their surprise
at finding Madame home. Aunt Mathilde, (Robin could not make the name
sound natural) upon introduction, had acted as though she almost liked
Susy, and Susy had looked very cunning in the new dress the nurse had
made for her. And she hadn't said Susy would have to go! Then Robin flew
off, the very first moment, with Beryl to find Mrs.
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