"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
[Illustration: S]
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.
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