Here she glanced at Robina. Ralph, who had been pulling excitedly at Harriet’s hand without receiving any attention, now left her and ran up to Robina.
“Is you sad about anything, Robin?” he asked.
“Oh, no,” replied Robina. She laid down her book and looked full at him. He looted full back at her.
“Don’t,” he said suddenly, in a low voice.
“Why did you ask me that?” she responded.
Her tone was dropping to a whisper.
“Your eyes hurt,” said the little fellow; “they go inside me and—and—burn something.”
He touched his little breast. Robina bent forward and without a moment’s warning gave him a quick and passionate kiss.
“Hypocrite!” whispered Harriet under her breath. She called Ralph to her.
“Come here,” she said.