"Stop, Barbara!" exclaimed Robin, whose imagination, at all times easily
worked upon, now became absolute torture, "for mercy, stop! It was but
the dream of a weak girl."
For the first time since she had grown to woman's estate, he pressed
her to his bosom, and then silently walked with her to the little gate
that led to the garden.
"Let Crisp stay with me. Bright-eye and he agree better than usual,"
said Barbara with a quiet smile.
"I will," replied Robin, adding, as he turned away, "Trust in the God
you worship, and put no faith in dreams."