“Do you like me?” he said once in a pause between displays of his prowess.
Robin was kneeling upon the grass watching him and she clasped her little hands as if she were uttering a prayer.
“Oh, yes, yes!” she yearned. “Yes! Yes!”
“I like you,” he answered; “I told my mother all about you.”
He came to her and knelt by her side.
“Have you a mother?” he asked.
“No,” shaking her head.
“Do you live with your aunt?”
“No, I don’t live with anybody.”
He looked puzzled.