"S-s-s-sh!" says I, shakin' my head mysterious.
All of which don't escape Miss Buell. Her ears are up and her eyes wide open. "What is it?" she asks.
"If I could have a few words in private with you, Mr. Robert," says I, "maybe it would be——"
"Nonsense!" says he. "Out with it."
"Just as you like," says I. "Only, she's brought the kids with her this time. She says how she wants her Robert back."
"Wha-a-at!" he gasps.
"Couldn't keep her out," says I. "You know how she is. There they are, at the gate."
I don't know which was quicker to turn and look, him or Ella May. And just then Mrs. Flynn happens to be gazin' our way, pleadin' and expectant.
"Oh!" says Mr. Robert, laughin' careless. "Katie, eh?"
Miss Buell has jumped and is starin' at the group. Then, at that laugh of Mr. Robert's, she whirls on him.