The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-04-27
Yes and not an atom of expires.

''Ol the coltr!ry, l have seen yet
lock frightfully cross at times" an
swers Robin honestly. But really
she continues, smiling rs she rear
ranges one of the saucy little curls that
cluster round heE. white forehead, Il
can't see the use OF quarrcling with
our faces; it is a great waste OF time
this lovely morning."
Then she gives me another hug, not
quite so overpowering as her first
specimen-or perhaps | am becoming
USED to it-and, arm linked in arm,
we go down the broad staircase and
through the glass side-door into the
garden.
We live in "a rambling oI house
covered with Towering creepers. The
grounds are quantity laid out, and the
flower-beds overfowiug with old-fash-
toned, sweet-smelling flowers.
Il never saw garden like this be-
FORE" cried Robin, her eyes full of adj
miration, as she darts from bed to bed,
gathering here and there stray BIOS
SONS, until she holds in her hand quite
a bouquet.
What are you going to do with
them?" l asked, feeling little jealous
of the flowers; for have not been used
of late to put up with divided attention.
ssOh, dear!" cries Robin, full of con-
triton. II only meant to gather one
for my button-hole. and, see, | have
pulled whole handful! Have done
any harm?"
"Of course not" l reply, laughing
at her CONSERVATION. Nobody wants
the flowers; they look pretty growing,
but flowers are such bother to ar
range; we very rarely have any in the
house. Aunt Louisa does not care for
them much, and I am far too lazy to
attend to them regularly"
''Bee Bee, excuse me, but really
think you are heathen!' says Robin
solemnly. 'You are just snothered
in sweet blossoms until you have ceased
to appreciate them. Listen! Does
your aunt dislike iowers?"
''Dislike them? Oh, no! I don't
suppose any sane person could dislike
them
"Well, then, if you don't object, |
shall keep the house full of flowers
during my visit. May II"
Certainly, if it will be any pleasure
to YOU"
Amy pleasure!" repeats Robin, with
sparkling eyes. "Why, | love flowers
i dote On them!'- she carries
the bunch in her hand enthusiastical'y
to her lips.
"In that case" say, trying to take
an interest in that which 80 evidently
affords her pleasure, ''let us arrange
some at once for the breakfast table, ,
So VIC return to the house; and
Robin settles her flowers to her salts
faction in Il quaint old dragon vase,
whilst | sit beside her on one of the
hall chairs, and we chat necessarily Of
the past.
Our work is only just finished in
time; for aunt Louisa; enters the room
just as Robin retires from placing them
on the breakfast table. She turns to
meet my aunt with s;ueh winning
smile, and SO evidently expects morn
ing kiss, that, to my surprise, she gets
it."
''Aro you quite rested, dear?" is
aunt's greeting; and her tone is as full
OF solicitude as II she had known Robin
for years.
My friend answers in the affirmative;
she locks so full of spirits and anima-
tion that aunt Louisa pursues doubt
fully
II hope Blanche will be able to find
amusement for you; we arc very quiet
home party"
Robin makes {. little griniacc.
Il hope Blanche won't try she re-
plies, with merry shake OF her head.
Il think there is 10 more cary work
on earth than being amused. II may
just potter about and amuse myself, l
shall be perfectly happy. May L?
Please don't MAKE stranger of NE, or
shall be almost miserable and she
looks coaxingly up into aunt Louisa's
face.
WHO cOu'd?" asks my aunt, gianc-
ing back with smile into Robin frank
eyes.
just at this moment John enters the
room. 1t is the first time that Robin
and he have met, for he was fastened
i'll his study when she arrived last
night. AS l perform the introduction,
l note how they scan each o.he: mar
rowly; his large gray eyes arc fixed
upon her tholghtfully and solemnly,
whilst her keen hazel ones fill with an
expression half wondering and-can it
be?-half mirthful. Tney simply bow
to each other across the table, for my
brother is always reserved and cold to
strangers.
How different that meal is from our
ordinary morning repast at Podmore!
As a rule, our conversation never gets
| beyond demands for food and a few
aimless observations respecting the
weather; but on the present occasion
there seems a perpetual flow of small
talk. Robin, who never in all her life
before has taken so long a journey
alone, has met with some amusing
travelling companions. Her descrip-
ton of them is enlivening, and given
with Just that harmless touch ofmalice
which adds piquancy to the common
place incidents Of life. Before break
fast is half over, most unprecedented
thing occurs. Aunt Louisa's tea-cup
is twice interrupted on it's way to hel
lips by fit of laughter.
John says nothing, but continues to
consume his dry toast in solemn
silence; once or twice l catch his earn
est eyes fixed upon Robin with puz.
zled look-there is even lurking
CLEAN of contempt in their expression,
nothing more.
''You must be very strong, my dear, y
observed aunt Louisa, looking with
evident approval at my friends rosy
cheeks. Il quite expected you to be
knocked up by such long journey,
and meant you to spend all the morn.
ing in bed
mot the first morning, surely!'
laughs Robin, glancing up archly,
"Why, you must imagine that ! am
quite devoid of curiosity! Remember,