One of the last novels to come from Robins. Her earliest novels were written under the pseudonym C.E. Raimond.
frivolity which had been outlived. To tell the blunt truth, Lady McIntyre looked like some shrunken little duenna, attendant on the opulent majesty of the heavy-braided, ox-eyed Juno at her side. For Miss von Schwarzenberg shared the High Seat--otherwise Lady McIntyre's carved settle. At her feet sat Madge, her pupil, and an Aberdeen terrier.
"You really!"--the high-pitched excitement in the girl's voice reached the young men depositing their golf clubs and caps in the lobby--"you really and truly want to learn golf--after all?"
"If nobody has any objection," a voice answered, in an accent very slightly foreign, and to the English ear suggesting, as much as anything, Western American.
"Objection! Quite the contrary. Capital idea!" Sir William spoke heartily.
Bobby, fourteen but looking nearer eighteen, spilled over and sprawled out of an arm-chair as he beat the arm, and cried out with animation and a mouth full of griddle cake, "Bags I teach you, Fraeulein!"