"Vell, I ain't had it long enough to 'ave made up my mind on the p'int, but you may call me wot you please, granny, s'long as you don't swear. I'll answer to Robin, or Bobin, or Dobin, or Nobin, or Flogin no, by the way, I won't answer to Flogin. I don't like that. But why call me Robin?" "Ah!" sighed the old woman, "because I once had a dear little son so named.