"Jes' give him the word, Neighbor," says he, "that Uncle Noah's a waitin' outside, wantin' to see him a minute when he gets through. He'll understand, Robin will." "Eh?" says I. "Robin who?" "Young Mistuh Hollister I should say, Suh," says he. "Well, well!" says I, gawpin' at him. "You lookin' for Robin Hollister too? Why, so am I!" "Then we ought to find him between us, hadn't we?" says he, smilin' friendly. "Lott's my name, Suh." "Wha-a-at!" says I, grinnin' broad as the combination strikes me. "Not Uncle Noah Lott?" "It's a powerful misleadin' name, I got to admit," says he, returnin' the grin; "but I reckon my folks didn't figure jes' how it was goin' to sound when they tacked the Noah onto me, or else they didn't allow for my growin' up so simple. But I've had it so long I'm used to it, and so is most everyone else down in my part of Jawgy." "Ah!" says I. "Then you're from Georgia, eh? Down where they sent Robin, I expect?" "That's right," says he. "I'm from Goober." "Goober!" I echoes. "Say, that's a choice one too! No wonder Robin couldn't stand it! Sent you up to fetch him back, did they?" "No, Suh," says he. "Mistuh Phil Hollister didn't send me at all. I jes' come, Suh, and I can't say if I'm goin' to carry him back or no. You see it's like this: Robin, he's a good boy. We set a heap by him, we do. And Robin was doin' well, keepin' the bale books, lookin' after the weighin', and takin' general charge around the cotton gin. Always had a good word for me in the mornin' when I hands over the keys, me bein' night watchman, Suh. 'Well, Uncle Noah,' it would be, 'didn't let anybody steal presses, did you?' 'No, Mistuh Robin,' I'd say, 'didn't lose nary press last night, and only part of the smokestack.' We was that way, me and Robin. And when Mistuh Phil and his folks started off to visit their married daughter, up in Richmond, he says to me, 'Uncle Noah, I expect you to look after Robin while I'm gone, and see that he don't git into no trouble.' Them was his very words, Suh." "And Robin's kept you busy, eh?" says I. "Well, he's a good boy, Robin is," insists Uncle Noah. "I reckon it took him sort of sudden, this wantin' to leave Goober. Just had to come to New York, it seems like. I dunno what for, and I ain't askin'; only I promised his Uncle Phil I'd see he didn't git into no trouble, and--well, I'm a waitin' around, you see, waitin' around." "How'd you come to locate him, Uncle?" says I. "We-e-ell," says he, "I reckon I shouldn't a done it nohow, but he left the envelope to her letter on his desk,--a Miss Toots it come from,--and the address was on the back. It was directly afterwards that Robin quits Goober so sudden." "Ah-ha!" says I. "Maggie Toots again, eh?" Looked like the myst'ry was solved too, and while I wa'n't plannin' to restrict any interstate romance, or throw the switch on love's young dream, I thought as long as I'd gone this far I might as well take a look.