"That's beautiful talk!" she said,--"It's like poetry, but it
isn't true!"

"It is true!" he said, with fond insistence. "And I'll MAKE you
love me!"

"Ah, no!" A look of the coldest scorn suddenly passed over her
features--"that's not possible. You could never MAKE me do
anything! And--it's rude of you to speak in such a way. Please let
go my hand!"

He dropped it instantly, and sprang erect.

"All right! I'll leave you to yourself,--and Cupid!" Here he
laughed rather bitterly. "What made you give that bird such a
name?"

"I found it in a book," she answered,--"It's a name that was given
to the god of Love when he was a little boy."

"I know that! Please don't teach me my A.B.C.," said Robin, half-
sulkily.

She leaned back laughing, and singing softly:

"Love was once a little boy,
Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho!
Then 'twas sweet with him to toy,
Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho!"