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[Illustration: The old lady tapped her stick impatiently on the hard
gravel.

PAGE 36.]




ROBIN REDBREAST

A STORY FOR GIRLS

BY

MRS MOLESWORTH

AUTHOR OF 'CARROTS;' 'THE PALACE IN THE GARDEN;' 'A CHARGE FULFILLED;'
'IMOGEN;' 'THE BEWITCHED LAMP,' etc.

WITH SIX ILLUSTRATIONS BY ROBERT BARNES

W. & R. CHAMBERS, LIMITED
LONDON AND EDINBURGH


    A good old country lodge, half hid with blooms
    Of honeyed green, and quaint with straggling rooms.

                                  LEIGH HUNT.

    Give me simplicity, that I may know Thy ways,
    Know them and practise them.

                                  GEORGE HERBERT.




CONTENTS.


CHAPTER                                       PAGE

I. THE HOUSE IN THE LANE                         7

II. THE OLD LADY                                23

III. TWO JACINTHS                               39

IV. A LETTER AND A DISCUSSION                   54

V. AN OLD STORY                                 69

VI. BESSIE'S MISGIVINGS                         84

VII. AN INVITATION                              99

VIII. DELICATE GROUND                          116

IX. THE INDIAN MAIL                            135

X. THE HARPERS' HOME                           150

XI. GREAT NEWS                                 164

XII. '"CAMILLA" AND "MARGARET," YES'           181

XIII. MAMMA                                    192

XIV. A COURAGEOUS PLEADER                      206

XV. LADY MYRTLE'S INTENTIONS                   224

XVI. A BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT                   239

XVII. TWO DEGREES OF HONESTY                   255

XVIII. I WILL THINK IT OVER                    270

XIX. UNCLE MARMY'S GATES                       281




LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.


THE OLD LADY TAPPED HER STICK IMPATIENTLY ON THE
HARD GRAVEL                                          _Frontispiece_

AND THEN FRANCES RELATED THE WHOLE, MARGARET LISTENING
INTENTLY TILL ALMOST THE END                               Page 75

JACINTH'S BROWS CONTRACTED, AND THE LINES OF HER
DELICATE FACE HARDENED, BUT SHE SAID NOTHING                   141

JACINTH SAT DOWN ON A STOOL AT LADY MYRTLE'S FEET
AND LOOKED UP IN HER FACE                                      177

'IT IS SO GOOD OF YOU, MEETING ME LIKE THIS,' THE
YOUNGER WOMAN WHISPERED                                        207

'AH WELL!' SAID LADY MYRTLE, 'ANOTHER DREAM VANISHED!'         243




ROBIN REDBREAST.




CHAPTER I.

THE HOUSE IN THE LANE.


It stood not very far from the corner--the corner where the lane turned
off from the high-road. And it suited its name, or its name suited it.
It was such a pretty, cosy-looking house, much larger really than it
seemed at the first glance, for it spread out wonderfully at the back.

It was red too--the out-jutting front, where the deep porch was, looking
specially red, in contrast with the wings, which were entirely covered
with ivy, while this centre was kept clear of any creepers. And high up,
almost in the roof, two curious round windows, which caught and
reflected the sunset glow--for the front was due west--over the top of
the wall, itself so ivy grown that it seemed more like a hedge, might
easily have been taken as representing two bright, watchful eyes. For
these windows were, or always looked as if they were, spotlessly clean
and shining.

'What a quaint name! how uncommon and picturesque!' people used to say
the first time they saw the house and heard what it was called. I don't
know if it will spoil the prettiness and the quaintness if I reveal its
real origin. Not so _very_ long ago, the old house was a queer, rambling
inn, and its sign was the redbreasted bird himself; somewhere up in the
attics, the ancient board that used to swing and creak of a windy night,
was still hidden--it may perhaps be there to this day! And somebody (it
does not matter who, for it was not any somebody that has to do with
this story) took a fancy to the house--fast growing dilapidated, and in
danger of sinking from a respectable old inn into a very undesirable
public-house, for the coaches had left off running, and the old traffic
was all at an end--and bought it just in time to save it from such
degradation.

This somebody repaired and restored it to a certain extent, and then
