Often Mrs. Jo hushed them all , saying , with a sob in her throat , `` The noise may frighten them , let me call ; Robby will know my voice ; '' and then she would cry out the beloved little name in every tone of tenderness , till the very echoes whispered it softly , and the winds seemed to waft it willingly ; but still no answer came .
Robby is being told something
( z1 tell :ARG1 ( z2 something ) :ARG2 ( z3 person :name ( z4 name :op "Robby" ) ) )