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"A great difference," said Tanny. "Yes, it makes a difference, it makes a difference," mused Julia. "Dear old Rob-ert I wouldn't hurt him for worlds. I wouldn't. Do you think it would hurt Robert?" She screwed up her eyes, looking at Tanny. "Perhaps it would do Robert good to be hurt a little," said Tanny. "He's so well-nourished." "Yes! Yes! I see what you mean, Tanny! Poor old ROB-ert!

Rob-ert of Lin-coln is gayly dressed, Wearing a bright black wedding coat, White are his shoulders and white his crest. Hear him call in his merry note: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee. Haw-thorne was one of our greatest writers of stories. He was a pretty boy with golden curls.

She didn't know if she wanted to or not: and she couldn't for her life find out. She was in that nervous state when desire seems to evaporate the moment fulfilment is offered. When the curtain dropped she turned. "You see," she said, screwing up her eyes, "I have to think of Robert." She cut the word in two, with an odd little hitch in her voice "ROB-ert."

And I need him too. I need his support. Yes, I do love him." "But you like Scott better," said Tanny. "Only because he he's different," sang Julia, in long tones. "You see Scott has his art. His art matters. And ROB-ert Robert is a dilettante, don't you think he's dilettante " She screwed up her eyes at Tanny. Tanny cogitated. "Of course I don't think that matters," she replied.

"I think about ROB-ert, and SCOTT." She screwed up her eyes and peered oddly at the company. "Which of them will find you the greatest treat," said Lilly sarcastically. "Anyhow," interjected Robert nervously, "it will be something new for Scott." "Stale buns for you, old boy," said Jim drily. "I don't say so.

Oh, poor old Rob-ert, he's so young!" "He DOES seem young," said Tanny. "One doesn't forgive it." "He is young," said Julia. "I'm five years older than he. He's only twenty-seven. Poor Old Robert." "Robert is young, and inexperienced," said Josephine, suddenly turning with anger. "But I don't know why you talk about him." "Is he inexperienced, Josephine dear? IS he?" sang Julia.