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th us.' Then she thumped impatiently upon the door till it was opened by an oldish woman. 'Now, Miss True, be quiet; and who's this without a hat?' 'I'm going to take him to Mother, Margot. Let us pass.' The tiny hall seemed almost like a doll's house to Bobby. He hung back; sudden shyness seized him. 'I think I'll wait for my father,' he said. True released his hand, and dashed into the front room. Margot looked down upon him in puzzled wonder, but a step outside made her smile. 'Ah! Here's the master,' she murmured; and Mr. Allonby's hand was upon Bobby's shoulder the next instant. 'Now, little chap, come and see your new mother.' Chapter VII. HIS NEW HOME. Bobby's eyes blinked nervously at his father's words. A 'new mother' had never been in his calculations at all. A mother of any sort meant very little to him; he had never come across one, and vaguely put them in the same category as his grandmother and aunt. He clung hold of his father's hand tightly, and then the door was opened, and Bobby's brain received the first impression of cosy warmth and comfort, which never faded from him in after-life. The room was small compared with his grandmother's rooms, but, oh! so different. There was a tiny fire blazing in the grate, a little black-and-white terrier lay basking on the hearthrug, a lamp in a corner of the room, covered by a rose-coloured shade, shed its light on a pretty pink and white chintz couch underneath it, and upon this couch, leaning back amongst pink cushions, was Bobby's stepmother. True was already sitting upon a footstool, and her head was in her lap, her mother was stroking back her hair gently and tenderly. Mrs. Allonby looked to most people a mere laughing high-spirited girl, with wonderful black hair and mischievous face and eyes, but that was generally the side she showed to outsiders. To her husband and child there was deep, never-dying love in her looks and tones; and Bobby caught a glimpse of this, small boy as he was, when she turned her face towards her husband. 'Come along, wanderer, and confess! Have you been guilty of stealing, and where is your prize? Oh, what a little darling!' She opened her arms to Bobby, and True made way for him. Bobby found himself smothered with kisses; he was shy no longer, for he felt the atmosphere of love around him. Standing, with his hand in his stepmother's, he heard his father telling his story, and all
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