“I’ll catch it, mummie. You see! I’ll catch it!”
The little brown legs were amazingly swift, but the telegram was elusive because the breeze was naughty. When Robin ran up to his mother holding it out he was almost breathless.
“Here it is, mummie.”
His blue eyes and his voice held triumph.
“I said I would, and I did!”
Rosamund put her arm round him.
“Who do you think sent this?”
“I dunno.”
“Daddy sent it.”
Robin’s eyes became round.