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Abbott, Jane, 1881-

"Red-Robin"


Then _that_ was the secret!
"Really, truly?" exclaimed Beryl.
"And will ye take it, my boy?" asked big Danny, a note of pride
deepening his voice.
"My boy a manager!" trilled Mother Moira.
"Yes. I'll take it. I made one condition with Madame Forsyth--and she
granted it." And Dale flashed a look across to Robin. Everyone followed
his glance and everyone read the truth in Robin's face.
"Robin Forsyth--and you never breathed a _word_!" cried Beryl, not
knowing for the moment whether to give way to great joy or indignation
that her friend had not confided in her.
With a quick little motion, Robin had slipped to Mother Lynch's chair
and, kneeling beside it, she buried her face against the woman's heart.
"I didn't know--myself," came in muffled tones from the embrace.
"Are you happy, mother?" asked Dale, boyishly.
"Ah, I did not know I could be happier--but, I am!" And Mother Moira
smiled through the tears that brimmed in her eyes.
Beryl, staring at her mother and brother and her friend, suddenly gave
voice to a thought that had come with such significance as to sweep away
her girlish reserve.


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