He caught Robin's hand and pumped her small arm until it ached.
"I had to see you to believe you'd turned up," he laughed. "You certainly gave us a scare we won't forget in a hurry! But you're a good little sport and I'm coming around, if I may, to take you for a ride—before I have to go back to school."
"Well, I never want to go fast again in my life," cried Robin, coloring under the meaning glance Beryl shot at her.
Dale greeted her more shyly, and because Madame Forsyth and Cornelius Allendyce were talking to Tom, and Beryl had eyes and ears only for the nice-looking lad, no one overheard what passed between them.
"Miss Robin, I would never have forgiven myself if anything had happened to you! You should not have taken such a risk—just for my model."
Robin looked at Dale with shining eyes. Would she tell him of her "pretend?"
"You saved my life once," she exclaimed, impulsively.
"I did!"
"Yes—a long time ago. I was hunting in a little park in New York for my doll that I'd left there and you found me, crying. And you took me home—to Patchin Place. I guess maybe you forgot, because you were big and I was a little bit of a thing!"
Dale stared at her for a moment, then he laughed.