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The next waltz will be a peach, 'Roses Red. Give it to the poor young millionaire, Robby; there's a good girl." "Bring him here," said she with an air of resignation, and she turned to a group of young people who had followed her as bees follow their queen. "Not this time, dears," said she. "I'm engaged for this dance to a poor young man who has wandered in here and must be made to feel at home."
They were not observed, or they would have been warned of the danger they were running. Little Robby had been waiting patiently to obtain his share of the feast with the servants. When he saw them go, he followed, for he had been told by his grandfather to take care and not get among the slippery rocks.
Rosy was starting to pin it up, but I whipped out my kit and how they laughed, to see a pocket in a best dress!" She laughed herself, at the recollection. "But I had Robby sewed up in less time than it takes to tell it much better than pinning!" "How beautifully she danced those old-fashioned dances," Richard observed eagerly. "It was a great pleasure to see her."
The conversation was full of army reminiscences and recollections of the days of slavery. Uncle Daniel was much interested, and, as they rose from the table, exclaimed: "Robby, seein' yer an' hearin' yer talk, almos' puts new springs inter me. I feel 'mos' like I war gittin' younger."
'And how's Master, deary dear? said Mrs Brown, when, sitting in this amicable posture, they had pledged each other. 'Hush! If you'd be so good, Misses Brown, as to speak a little lower, Rob implored. 'Why, he's pretty well, thank'ee, I suppose. 'You're not out of place, Robby? said Mrs Brown, in a wheedling tone. 'Why, I'm not exactly out of place, nor in, faltered Rob.
Mrs Maclean loaded Robby with all sorts of things, and Captain Vallery wished to show his gratitude in some substantial way to old Alec and his little grandson, for saving Norman's life. Alec persisted that neither he nor the child wished for any reward for doing what was simply their duty.
"We are going to Glen Corpach, and as I am not sure whether we shall find any one to row the boat there, I wish you would come with us." Alec said he could not leave Robby. "Bring him, then," said the laird. "You get up by the side of me, and Robby can go in the other carriage with the children." They stopped a few minutes while his grandfather helped Robby to put on his best clothes.
On they sped again, never stopping until they came to a wretched little hovel. A black pipe instead of a chimney was sticking through the roof. Rob thought, "Now I guess he'll have to give it up." But no, he softly pushed the door open and stepped in. On a ragged cot lay the urchin to whom Robby had given the biscuits. One of them, half-eaten, was still clutched in his hand.
Only Aunt Ruth, coming forward with an expression of warm hospitality on her face, was to be discovered. "They're all down at the river, skating," she told the young men. "Forbes Westcott is just home again, and he and Robby had so much to talk over we asked him out to supper.
And Robby, in a quick childish voice, roared forth at schoolroom pitch, "Lesson 62. The Hero of Haarlem. Many years ago, there lived in Haarlem, one of the principal cities of Holland, a sunny-haired boy of gentle disposition.
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