How very unlike you, how unlike a child of mine!" "You need not disturb yourself, mother dear.

It is nothing of any importance to me, though to other people it might be.

And that is the reason why I kept it to myself." "Oh, we shall come to something by-and-by! One would really think you were older than your mother.

Now, miss, if you please, let us judge of your discretion.

What is it that you have been hiding so long ?" Mary's face grew crimson now, but with anger rather than with shame; she had never thought twice about Robin Lyth with anything warmer than pity, but this was the very way to drive her into dwelling in a mischievous manner upon him.
"What I have been hiding," she said, most distinctly, and steadfastly looking at her mother, "is only that I have had two talks with the great free-trader Robin Lyth." "That arrant smuggler! That leader of all outlaws! You have been meeting him on the sly!" "Certainly not.