"
"Of course I do. But tell me, why did you name your doll Evie?"
He put the question in a low voice, as if he were half ashamed of asking
it; and as at that instant a tram boomed by, Rosemary heard only the
first words.
"I 'sposed you would," she replied. "Fathers do like to give their
little girls Christmas presents, Jane says; maybe that's why they're
obliged to come back always on Christmas Eve, if they've been lost. Do
you know, even if there aren't any fairies, it's just like a fairy story
having my father come back, and take me to Angel in a motor car on
Christmas eve."
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Hugh Egerton. "Did you say--father?"
"Yes," replied Rosemary. "You're almost like a fairy father, I said."
So, he was her father--her long lost father! Poor little lamb, he began
to guess at the story now. There was a scamp of a father who had "not
been very kind" to Angel, and had been lost, or had thoughtfully lost
himself. For some extraordinary reason the child imagined that he--well,
if it were not pathetic, it would be funny. But somehow he did not feel
much inclined to laugh.
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