"If it's only the sea 'as swallered 'im, 'e may be cast up again, any
day, alive an' bloomin'," replied Jane cheerfully. "My ma 'ad a grite
friend, sold winkles; 'er 'usbin was lost at sea for years and years,
till just wen she was comfortably settled with 'er second, along 'e
comes, as large as loife. Besides, I've read of such things in the
Princess Novelettes; only there it's most generally lovers, not 'usbins,
nor yet fathers. Would you know yours again, if you seen 'im?"
Rosemary shook her head doubtfully, and her falling hair of pale,
shimmering gold waved like a wheat-field shaken by a breeze. "Angel lost
him when I was only two," the child explained. "She's never talked much
to me about him; but we used to live in a big house in London--because
my father was English, you know, though Angel's American--and I had a
nurse who held me in her lap and told me things. I heard her say to one
of the servants once that my father had been lost on a yacht, and that
he was oh, ever such a handsome man. But--but she said--" Rosemary
faltered, her grey-blue eyes suddenly large and troubled.
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