"How do you know that?"
"I don't think he is," said Fleda quietly.
"But why. Fairy?"
"He doesn't know how to keep his word as well, grandpa."
"Ay, ay? let's hear about that," said Mr. Ringgan.
A little reluctantly, for Cynthia was present, Fleda told the story of the robins, and how Mr. Carleton would not let the gun be fired.
"Wa'n't your cousin a little put out by that?"
"They were both put out," said Fleda, "Mr. Carleton was very angry for a minute, and then Mr. Rossitur was angry, but I think he could have been angrier if he had chosen."
Mr. Ringgan laughed, and then seemed in a sort of amused triumph about something.
"Well dear!" he remarked after a while,--"you'll never buy wooden nutmegs, I expect."