"It wasn't a stranger child I wanted to take care of.

It was some one I had--belonged to--long--long and long.

I'm a Highlander and I know it's true.

And there's another thing I know," with a sudden change almost to boyish fierceness, "you are one of the things I'm going to face cannon and bayonets for.

If there were nothing else and no one else in England, I should stand on the shore and fight until I dropped dead and the whole Hun mass surged over me before they should reach you." "Yes," whispered Robin, "I know." They both realised that the time had come when they must part, and when he lifted again the hand nearest to him, it was with the gesture of one who had reached the moment of farewell.
"It's our garden," he said.