"N-no."
"No? Well, he would be away at the lamb-sales, perhaps," said Robin reflectively. "Was there a daughter?"
"Now you mention it," said Kitty, "there was. A nice, bonny-looking girl. Twenty-four, I should say."
"Twenty-three," said Robin.
We all turned on him.
"Now then, what is all the mystery? Out with it! Who is the girl—eh?"
"She would be my sister," said Robin calmly. "And the others were my father and mother."
There was a little gasp of surprise all round the table. Robin went on—
"My home is just seven miles from here. This is the first time I have got near my folk for six years. To-morrow I mean to go and see them. And they would like fine, I know," he added a little shyly, "if some of you would come with me."
"I'll come," said Kitty promptly. "I should love to meet your mother, Robin."