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years." Mrs. McKimber added. "a
imagine they are chic"
you bet" said Robin heartily.
McKimber sighed and spoke for the
first time for some miles.
"You nearly ran us off the road a
while ago." he said. "There was O
drop of thirty feet at that point. |
want to go to Washington. don't
want to end up here"
II must have the wheel frightened"
Robin answered. He hoped he was
not flushing. He had thought himself
to be above such displays of emotion.
But then he had never seen such a
girl before Until now he had believed
that writer's who described heroines'
eyes as violet or amethyst were mere
| ly lying. He knew now he had mis-
judged them. They too must have
seen the eldest Raxon girl.
1t took Robins utmost cdnposure
to keep HIS face becomingly wreathed
in smiles when he was introduced to
the Misses Raxon. They were moth
ing; usual types, overdressed and
badly made up. When they suggested
he might like to see the estate he
agreed readily, so readily that the eld-
est girl dismissed her sisters with a
gesture AS the eldest she was to
have the first chance.
Robin saw the golden girl as he
crossed the golf links.
H0nn Of vOur ho11co ruoctcoY 10
asked, as he hoped, without apparent
interest.
That's Miss Brown said the Rax-
on girl. "No, she isn't a guest"
"a neighbor, perhaps?"
+ The eldest Miss Raxon laughed ma
liciously.
"Shes sort of housekeeper-secre-
tary. Mother and we girls haven't
time to think about ordering meals or
firing servants, so we hired her.
Miss Brown had mashie and was
practicing short approaches.
"Of all the nerve" said Gertrude
Raxon. "I'll see mother stops that.
She can't learn how to play golf here"
Robin watched Miss Brown swing.
The ball cleared three pine trees and
nestled within putting distance of the
hole. AS pretty a stroke as he,
scratch man, could ever hope to make.
II imagine she has learnt a good bit
of golf somewhere else," he said dryly.
Gertrude Raxon became more and
more distasteful to him. She was all
empty-headed little flirt and could not
interest him. AS soon as he could he
went back to his room.
His reward came at dinner. Miss
Brown was there, quite we'll dressed.
They were not introduced, and she sat
some distance from him. Robin deter
mined to get an introduction after
dinner.
After dinner came dance, and the
evasion of the two elder Raxon girls
was not easy. Robin looked sour
ly at an animated and gesticulating
Frenchman-a viscount, as he recalled
it-who carried on long conversation
in his native tongue with Miss Brown.
Only once Robin stared into the vio-
let eyes. They seemed to look through
him. But he was sure Miss Brown
remembered that moment when there
was reasonably good chance of the
extinction of the McKimber family. He
wished he could dance with her. He
detested very small clinging girls like
Gertrude RaXon. And since he was
himself dark, he preferred the blonde
type. OF course the Raxon girls were
jealous. And well they might be.
Probably Miss Brown had hard time
to placate the furies her charms and
beauty aroused in her employers
daughters.
Finally poor Robin had to introduce
himself. He did it very well. 1t came
in the nature of an apology. Robin
was so good-looking that most girls
forgave him minor breaches of eti-
quette.
"My name is Robin McKimber," he
began. "And as 1 know you are Miss
Brown, we are introduced aren't we9"
"And this is your idea of an intro
duction?' Miss Brown spoke without