d hopes and dreams stirred in their graves when Robin threw himself
impulsively into her arms and confidentially hung on her neck and
informed her of the many important details of his life. No man knows all
that a certain type of woman is able to feel about a child.

When Rosamund had arranged about the renewal of the lease, she tried to
feel the joy which was evidently felt by all her Welsley friends--with
one exception which, however, she either did not notice or did not seem
to notice. They were frankly delighted and enthusiastic at the prospect
of keeping her among them. She was very grateful for their affection,
so eagerly shown, but somehow, although she had signed her name in a
solicitor's office, and her signature had been witnessed by a neat young
man with a neat bald head, she did not feel quite at ease. She found
herself looking at "my Welsley" with the anxiously loving eyes of one
who gathers in dear details before it is too late for such garnering;
she sat in the garden and listened to the beloved sounds from the
Cathedral with strained attention, like one who sets memory at its
mysterious task.

The Dean's widow had yielded to the suggestion of inevitable dampness in
old houses, but----!

On September 28, towards evening, when Rosamund was in the garden with
Robin, Annie, the parlor-maid, came out holding a salver on which lay a
telegram. Rosamund opened it and read:

"Coming home.--DION."

"Any answer, ma'am?"

* * * * *

"Is there any answer, ma'am? Shall I tell the boy to wait?"

"What did you say, Annie?"

"Shall I tell the boy to wait, ma'am?"

"No, thank you, Annie. There's no answer."

Annie turned and recrossed the garden, looking careful, as if she were
thinking of her cap, round which the airs were blowing.

Rosamund sat for a few minutes almost motionless, with the slip of paper
lying in her lap; then the breeze came lightly, as if curious, and blew
it away. Robin saw it and ran.

"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.

"Daddy! What for?"

"To tell us he's co