Barry grinned at her, recognizing the detective eye. They told each other most things.
“I’ve been cheap,” he said.
“And nasty?”
He nodded. “Yes, a bit.”
“To Robin?”
He nodded again.
“Want to tell me?”
“No, I don’t think so, Mother. Not worth it. But I came to the conclusion I was cheap.”
“When that happens,” said little Mrs. Lane, looking like a wise mother-bird, “the only thing to do is to get back to the level where one belongs. Otherwise one remains marked-down, like the damaged goods at a sale. You’ll find a way. I would go out, if I were you, and show Father you can catch trout without him.” She smiled at him.
“Right-oh!” he said, rising. “I’ll get my kit.”