I grow so slowly. I think it is
because I lie in bed so much more than he does, I'm always having to go
to bed in the daytime when I'm ill, and that must keep you from growing,
don't you think so?"
The conversation was here interrupted by Miss Bertram's entrance. She
had a long talk with Rob, and in the end took him for a month on trial,
as she had known his father.
The boys were delighted, but Roy still persisted in regarding him as
his special protege, and more than once this had occasioned a heated
argument between the two cousins.
"He doesn't belong to you. You order him about as if he were your
servant," said Dudley, impatiently, one afternoon after Roy had sent Rob
on more than one errand to the house for him.
"Well, so he will be one day," returned Roy, flushing up.
They were seated again in their favorite corner on the wall, some ripe
plums having just been handed up to them by the obliging Rob, and Dudley
having put an extra big one in his mouth was speechless for a moment.
"I suppose you'll get so fond of Rob, that you won't want me any
longer," he said, after some consideration.
"Rob is my servant, but you're a friend and relation," asserted Roy.
"He is an opportunity, and a pretty big one, isn't he?"
"Why, yes; I never thought of that! How splendid!"
Roy's large eyes were shining, and he gazed with tender pride at Rob who
was now sweeping the lawn.
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