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stopped, remembering that it was not Robin she was
talking to.

“ But everybody—what ?” said the man.

It was Robin who answered for her this time.

“She said that last night,” he explained, with a half-
shy laugh—*that everybody had something they
could give to somebody else.”

“Oh! well, it isn’t always money, of course—or
anything big,” said Meg hurriedly. “It might be
something that is ever so little.”

The man laughed, but his eyes seemed to be re-
membering something as he looked over the lagoon
again.

“Thats a pretty good thing to think,” he said.
“ Now ”—turning on Meg rather suddenly—* I wonder
what you have to give to me.”

“JT don’t know,” she answered, perhaps a trifle
wistfully. “The thing I give to Rob and Ben is a
very little one.”

“She makes up things to tell us about the places
we can’t pay to go into, or don’t understand,” said
Robin. “It’s not as little as she thinks it is.”

“Well,” said the man, “look here! Perhaps that’s
what you have to give to me. You came to this place
alone, and so did I. I believe you're enjoying your-

selves more than I am. You're going to take Ben
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