I shouldn't
wonder if she'd cry for joy, to have you with us always, and take care
of us. Oh, do let's go back now, and I'll take you to her. She _will_ be
surprised!"
"I should think she would," said Hugh. "But look here; you said she
wouldn't get back till dark. We've come to Mentone now. See how pretty
the shops are for Christmas. Can't you stop and have some nice hot
chocolate and cakes with me, and afterwards choose a doll for yourself,
as a Christmas present from your old friend?"
As he put this temptation before her, he slowed down the car in front of
a shop with big glass windows full of sparkling cakes, and ribbon-tied
baskets of crystallized fruits. Through the windows Rosemary could see a
great many well-dressed people sitting at little marble tables, and it
would have been delightful to go in. But she shook her head. The sun
was setting over the sea. The sky was flooded with pink and gold, while
all the air was rosy with a wonderful glow which painted the mountains,
even the dappled-grey plane trees, and the fronts of the gaily decorated
shops.
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