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"I am tired of waiting for that old man," said Norman, taking the pole of the carriage; "Fanny come along." Fanny was too much occupied with her bird to hear him, and Norman began to drag off the carriage. Robby thinking that he had no business to run off with it, on the impulse of the moment seized the hinder part of it, and attempted to stop him.
I'm awfully tired, anyway. I was at Barnett's till twelve o'clock last night." "How is Robby?" Mostyn asked. "He is out of danger," Dolly answered, as she turned away. "The doctor told me to-day that the child had had a narrow escape. A week ago he gave him up, and was surprised when he saw him doing so well yesterday."
She remembered how, as a little girl, she had looked up to him reverentially as "big Robby Van Brandt." He was a hero to her in those days, until he had let himself be balked of what he had started out to get. If he had only persisted, insisted, who knows maybe . She was sure that if he offered her his love and she refused to accept it, he would not, like the nursery-rhyme model, try, try again.
There was grandfather, no doubt, in the keeping-room, telling his never-tiring stories of Little Robby, and Old Bose, and the Babes in the Wood; of singing the ever-new ditty of "Did you ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever," and so on, ad infinitum, till you got to "See a man eat a whale?"
"How's that shy little mouse of a girl we had here a month or two ago?" Mr. Shepherd had inquired. "Let me see what was her name again?" To which Miss Isabella had replied: "Well, you know, Robby dear, you really hardly saw her. You had so much to do, poor boy, just when she was here. Her name was Laura Laura Rambotham." And Mrs. Shepherd gently: "Yes, a nice little girl.
I could not rest without him under my roof, and a sailor's son will be none the worse for a ducking." Robby was then lifted out of the carriage, and by his own request placed on the ground. "Please, Mrs Maclean, may I come over to-morrow to ask how the young gentleman is?" he said looking up. "I will ask God, when I say my prayers to-night, that he may be made well."
Norman grasped it, and held on tightly while Robby kept a firm hold of the other end. But Robby was small, and the stream bore Norman onward. As long as he could, Robby scrambled along the bank, thus keeping Norman above water.
There is no danger, only we must not lose time." Saying this, old Alec hurried off in the direction from which Robby had appeared. Fanny for a moment forgot all about her bird which she had put down in its cage on the window-sill, and ran after old Alec. He strode on at a rapid rate, so that she had a difficulty in overtaking him.
"Norman you should not treat Robby so," said Fanny becoming indignant. "I am sorry to say, Robby, that the little birdie is dead. We did not behave as kindly to it as you would have done." "Oh dear! oh dear! how did it die?" asked Robby. "Hold your tongue, I say," cried Norman giving him another kick, which made Robby cry.
But he has a young heart this dear old man, and a kind one. Can you guess his name? "Hurrah for Santa Claus!" Right! the very one. He put his basket down near Robby, and with his back turned to him shook the snow from his fur coat. Some of the flakes fell on Rob's face and roused him from his sleep.
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