"Miss Robin, I would never have forgiven myself if anything had happened
to you! You should not have taken such a risk--just for my model."
Robin looked at Dale with shining eyes. Would she tell him of her
"pretend?"
"_You_ saved _my_ life once," she exclaimed, impulsively.
"_I_ did!"
"Yes--a long time ago. I was hunting in a little park in New York for
my doll that I'd left there and you found me, crying. And you took me
home--to Patchin Place. I guess maybe you forgot, because you were big
and I was a little bit of a thing!"
Dale stared at her for a moment, then he laughed.
"Why, of _course_--I remember now. You _were_ a little bit of a thing,
with blue eyes and a blue tam. You asked me what a Ma was! Yes, I'd
clean forgotten." He sobered suddenly, and Robin knew it was because he
remembered _why_ he had forgotten. His father had been hurt that
evening.
He looked very big now and very much grown up and Robin wondered, with a
wild confusion sending her blood tingling to her face, would he remember
that she had kissed him and called him her Prince? She watched him,
trembling. But no, he did not remember!
"Well, you've more than repaid me for _that_ little thing," he said.
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