"What was it she said?" prompted Jane, with so much sympathetic interest
that the little girl could not refuse to answer. Nevertheless, she felt
that it would not be right to finish her sentence.
"If you please, I'd rather not tell you what Nurse said," she pleaded.
"But anyway, I'd give everything I've got if my father would get found
again. You see, it isn't only not having proper Christmases any more,
that makes me feel sad, it's because Angel has to work so hard for me;
and if I had a father, I s'pose he'd do that."
"If 'e didn't he'd deserve to get What For," said Jane, decidedly. "If
you was a child in a story book, your pa'd come back and be lookin' for
you everywhere, on Christmas Eve; this Christmas Eve as ever was."
"Oh, would he?" cried Rosemary, a bright colour flaming on her little
soft cheeks.
"Yes; and what's more," went on her hostess, warming to the subject,
"you'd know 'im, the hinstant you clapped heyes on his fice, by
'eaven-sent hinstinct."
"What's 'eaven-sent hinstinct?" demanded Rosemary.
"The feelin' you 'ave in your 'eart for a father, wot's planted there by
Providence," explained Jane.
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