"Oh, yes!" said Ralph. He looked eagerly from one face to the other. To begin with, there was Robina. He had not seen her for a week. She was standing very erect; her face was quite calm and strong and kind. She looked full at Ralph, but with no special pleading in her eyes. She would have liked to be his school-mother, and she wanted the pony very much; but not for worlds would she condescend to plead with him. A great deal can be conveyed by the glance of an eye, and Robina's eyes were of the sort that could convey any number of messages to the sensitive, warm heart of a little child. But at the present moment they were dumb. Ralph looked past her. "Here are all your kind friends," said Mrs Burton. "You know Robina Starling. This is Robina. You remember how very kind she was to you and Curly Pate on the day you arrived. She helped you during that hard time when your father went away." "And I didn't cry not one tear," said Ralph, giving an eager glance at Mrs Burton, and then looking back at Robina. Oh, if only her eyes had said then: "Come to me," he would have chosen her above all the others. But the proud eyes were dumb. "Yes," continued Mrs Burton, "this is Robina Starling, your great friend. And here comes Frederica. You had, I know, a very pleasant day with her." "Very pleasant," said Ralph. "Good morning, Frederica," he added, saying the words in a clear, sweet little voice. "And this is Patience, Frederica's sister." Patience smiled at him quite broadly, and he smiled back at her just as though they held a secret between them, and the secret was very good fun. "And this is Rose. You cannot forget how happy you were with Rose." "Oh, yes, of course, I was," said Ralph. "Good morning, Rose." "Good morning, dear," said Rose. "And this is," said Mrs Burton, slightly altering her voice, as though it were scarcely worth while to speak of Harriet, "this is Harriet. You spent Saturday with Harriet." Ralph coloured. All the girls noticed how a flame of red swept over his little face. His eyes grew dark. He looked full at Harriet, as though she fascinated him. "And this is Jane Bush. And now we come to Cecil Amberley. I am sure Cecil would be kind to any little boy." "Yes, oh, yes," said Ralph. "And last but not least, here is Vivian. You were with Vivian yesterday, don't you remember?" "I remember," said Ralph.