Family -- Juvenile fiction; Fathers -- Death -- Juvenile fiction; Financial security -- Juvenile fiction
"We understand, Rob, and I'm coming, just as you're coming back here,
for we're going to be friends forever," said Hester.
"And as to kindness," added Mr. Baldwin, "Sylvester sent you to me, and
I only do what he would do for my girl, if the case were reversed."
In the morning Rob left the house which she had dreaded to enter,
feeling that the beautiful woman who was its mistress, and the tall
girl with her vague dissatisfactions, but ready affection, who had
proved a friend at sight, were something that had been part of her life
for years, instead of less than forty-eight hours. She went away as she
had come, with Mr. Baldwin and her suit-case, for she meant to go back
to Fayre as soon as this formidable interview before her was over, but
she went reluctantly, and at the corner, when she turned back to wave
her hand a last time to Hester and her mother, watching her depart, she
could scarcely see them for the tears she was trying to hide from Mr.
Baldwin.
Mr. Baldwin took Rob to his office to rid themselves of her cumbersome
case, and at once carried her off again to meet the possible purchasers
of the invention.
"Stop fluttering, Robin Redbreast," said Mr. Baldwin, feeling the
girl's heart palpitating against the arm through which he had drawn her
left one, tucking her up protectingly.
"Oh, that's what Cousin Peace calls me!" cried Rob. And the home
pet-name helped to steady her.
"They won't devour robins, my dear, and they won't be too business-like
with a slip of a sixteenyear-old girl, so don't be frightened. Just
tell them as clearly as you can your recollections of the construction
and working of your father's invention, and for his sake, and the dear
Mardy's and the girls', do your best."
"I will," said Rob, bracing herself, as Mr. Baldwin felt sure she
would. "But I feel so incompetent and ridiculous."
Everything swam before Rob's eyes as Mr. Baldwin opened a door and
ushered her into an office where she dimly perceived three or four
gentlemen, and solid mahogany desks and chairs. Into one of the latter
she felt herself sink, as someone placed it for her, while Mr. Baldwin
presented her in words that seemed to be intended to set her at her
ease, but which she hardly heard.
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