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Robbie
Gloria’smother,however,wasasourceofuneasinesstoRobbieandtherewasalwaystheimpulsetosneakawayfromhersight.
Mrs.Westoncaughtsightofthemtheminutetheyroseabovethemaskingtuftsoflonggrassandretiredinsidethehousetowait.
"I’veshoutedmyselfhoarse,Gloria,"shesaid,severely."Wherewereyou?"
"IwaswithRobbie,"quaveredGloria."IwastellinghimCinderella,andIforgotitwasdinner-time."
"Well,it’sapityRobbieforgot,too."Then,asifthatremindedheroftherobot’spresence,shewhirleduponhim."Youmaygo,Robbie.Shedoesn’tneedyounow."Then,brutally,"Anddon’tcomebacktillIcallyou."
Robbieturnedtogo,buthesitatedasGloriacriedoutinhisdefense,"Wait,Mamma,yougottolethimstay.Ididn’tfinishCinderellaforhim.IsaidIwouldtellhimCinderellaandI’mnotfinished."
"Gloria!"
"Honestandtruly,Mamma,he’llstaysoquiet,youwon’tevenknowhe’shere.Hecansitonthechairinthecorner,andhewon’tsayaword,Imeanhewon’tdoanything.Willyou,Robbie?"
Robbie,appealedto,noddedhismassiveheadupanddownonce.
"Gloria,ifyoudon’tstopthisatonce,youshan’tseeRobbieforawholeweek."
Thegirl’seyesfell,"Allright!ButCinderellaishisfavoritestoryandIdidn’tfinishit.-Andhelikesitsomuch."
