You might come and go." "She is too kind--too kind," said Robin.

"Oh! _how_ kind to think of me like that.

I will write and thank her." The sweet gratitude in her eyes and voice were touching.

She could not speak steadily.
"I may tell her then that you are well taken care of and that you are happy," the grey eyes were a shade less cold but still searching and steady.

"You look--happy." "I never was so happy before.