"
"Oh!" Robin gasped, in an involuntarily childish way, "I--hadn't
thought of that! How could I LIVE without you--and Dowie?"
"I know you had not thought of it," said Mademoiselle, affectionately.
"You are only a dear child yet. But that will be part of it, you
know. A governess or a secretary, or a young lady in an office
translating letters cannot take her governess and maid with her."
"Oh!" said Robin again, and her eyes became suddenly so dewy that
the person who passed her at the moment thought he had never seen
such wonderful eyes in his life. So much of her was still child
that the shock of this sudden practical realization thrust the mature
and determined part of her being momentarily into the background,
and she could scarcely bear her alarmed pain. It was true that she
had been too young to face her plan as she must.
But, after the long walk was over and she found herself in her
bedroom again, she was conscious of a sense of being relieved of
a burden. She had been wondering when she could tell Mademoiselle
and Dowie of her determination. She had not liked to keep it a secret
from them as if she did not love them, but it had been difficult
to think of a way in which to begin without seeming as if she
thought she was quite grown up--which would have been silly. She
had not thought of speaking today, but it had all come about quite
naturally, as a result of Mademoiselle's having told her that she
was really very pretty--so pretty that it made people turn to look
at her in the street.
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