[Frontispiece: "She was trying to smother her sobs when she felt the bed-clothes jerked vigorously. Robin had awakened, tumbled, no one knew how, off his couch, and toddled to her side."--Page 42] _Outcast Robin_ _Or_ _Your Brother and Mine_ _A Cry from the Great City_ BY L. T. MEADE AUTHOR OF "SCAMP AND I," "A KNIGHT OF TO-DAY," "GREAT ST. BENEDICT'S," ETC. "Am I my brother's keeper?" _NEW EDITION_ LONDON JOHN F. SHAW AND CO. 43 PATERNOSTER ROW CONTENTS. _PART I._ HIS PARENTAGE AND TRUE DESCENT. CHAP. I. The New Baby was called Robin II. No one can say the Dolphin was not doing its Work well III. "Would it not be possible to get rid of the Baby?" _PART II._ WHAT WE DID FOR HIM. I. We placed him in the Home provided by us for such cases II. The Deed was done which was to alter Robin's Life III. Helen put Robin into the Dead Child's Place IV. The Woman was growing Human _PART III._ WHAT WE DID NOT DO FOR HIM. I. Though she was a Thief, yet Robin should be Honest II. He was no longer her Guardian Angel III. Crime showed him only her Smiling Face IV. The Shops from End to End were widely open V. Even Justice and the Law might have stood still _PART IV._ HOW HE FARED. I. His Brother--the Philanthropist II. What the Country Folks did for him III. The Shelter of the Streets IV. Honesty was not the Best Policy _PART V._ HIS FATHER AND OURS TO THE RESCUE. I. A Little Child shall lead them II. How the Street Children Live III. Somebody Rescued Nobody's Neighbour PART I. _HIS PARENTAGE AND TRUE DESCENT._ "Who bids for the little children-- Body and soul and brain? Who bids for the little children-- Young and without a stain? 'Will no one bid,' said England, 'For their souls so pure and white, Aad fit for all good or evil The world on their pages may write?'" CHARLES MACKAY --_The Souls of the Children._ OUTCAST ROBIN; OR, _YOUR BROTHER AND MINE._ CHAPTER I. _THE NEW BABY WAS CALLED ROBIN._ The sun itself seemed to be keeping holiday on the morning on which my brother opened his eyes on the world. The day was a June day, one of those days when the people who are fortunate enough to live in the country feel quite too lazy to work--when a delicious languor, a rich hazy beauty pervades the grass, trees, flowers, as well as the more distant landscape. The sort of day when those who reside in Eaton Square, or any other part of Belgravia, sit peacefully and enjoy the scent of the freshly arranged window gardens, and look forward with interest to a drive in the Park by-and-by. Yes, the sun was keeping holiday, and pouring down right genially and right lovingly his happy rays on the earth.