Instead of the lost look there had returned to the young doe's eyes the pretty trusting smile.

The girl seemed to smile as if to herself nearly all the time, Dowie thought, and often she broke into a happy laugh at her own small blunders--and sometimes only at the sweet littleness of the things she was making.
One fact revealed itself clearly to Dowie, which was that she had lost all sense of the aspect which the dream must wear to others than herself.

This was because there had been no others than Dowie who had uttered no suggestion of doubt and had never touched upon the subject unless it had been first broached by Robin herself.

She had hidden her bewilderment and anxieties and had outwardly accepted the girl's own acceptance of the situation.
Of the incident of the sewing Lord Coombe had been informed later with other details.
"She sits and sews and sews," wrote Dowie.

"She sewed beautifully even before she was out of the nursery.