I must get myself
introduced. You haven't told me your name yet, you know. Mayn't I hear
what it is? I've told you mine."
He looked at her with renewed suspicion. "Hasn't anybody told you about
Me yet?" he said.
"No, of course not. Why, I don't know anybody except Mr. and Mrs.
Rickett. And it's much more interesting to hear it from yourself."
"Is it?" He hesitated a little longer, but was finally disarmed by the
kindness of her smile. "My name is Robin."
"Oh, that's a nice name," Juliet said. "And you live here? What do you
do all day?"
"I don't know," he said vaguely. "I can mend fishing-nets, and I can help
Dicky in the garden. And I look after Mrs. Rickett's baby sometimes when
she's busy. What do you do?" suddenly resuming his attitude of suspicion.
She made a slight gesture of the hands. "Nothing at all worth doing, I am
afraid," she said. "I can't mend nets. I don't garden. And I've never
looked after a baby in my life."
He stared at her. "Where do you come from?" he asked curiously.
"From London." She met his curiosity with absolute candour. "And I'm
tired of it. I'm very tired of it. So I've come here for a change.
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