art for a father, wot's planted there by
Providence," explained Jane. "Now do you hunderstand? Because if you do,
I don't know but you'd better be trottin'. Biby's gorn to sleep, and
seems to be sleepin' light."

"Yes, I think I understand," Rosemary whispered, jumping up from her
footstool. "Goodbye. And thank you very much for letting me come and see
you and the baby."

She tiptoed across the room, her long hair waving and shimmering again,
softly opened, and shut the door behind her, and slowly mounted the
stairs to her own quarters, on the fourth floor.

[Illustration: CHAPTER FIVE]

ROSEMARY IN SEARCH OF A FATHER

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She had a doll and a picture book there, but she had looked at the
picture book hundreds of times; and though her doll was a faithful
friend, somehow they had nothing to say to each other now. Rosemary
flitted about like a will o' the wisp, and finally went to the window,
where she stood looking wistfully out.

Supposing that Jane were right, and her father came back out of the
ocean like the fathers of little girls in story books, this might be a
very likely place for him to land, because there was such lots of sea,
beautiful, sparkling, blue sea. Of course, he couldn't know that Angel
and she were in this town, because it was only about a month since they
came. It must be difficult to hear things in ships; and he might go
away, to look for them somewhere else, without ever finding them here.

Little thrills of excitement running from Rosemary's fingers to her toes
felt like vibrating wires. What could she do? Jane had said, if he came
at all, he was sure to come on Christmas Eve, according to the habit of
fathers, and it was Christmas Eve now. By and bye it would be too late,
anyhow for a whole year, which was just the same as forever and ever.
Oh, she must go out, this very minute!

The child had put on her hat and coat, before she remembered that Angel
had told her she must never stir beyond the hotel garden alone. But
then, Angel probably did not know this important fact about fathers lost
at sea, returning on Christmas Eve, and not at any other time.

If she waited until Angel came in, it might be after sunset, as it had
been yesterday; and then even if they hurried into the street to search,
they could not recognize him in the dark.

"I do think Angel would surely want me to go, if she knew," thought
Rosemary.

Her heart was beating fast, under the little d