"
She did not answer in words; but her eyes spoke, as she held out both
hands.
[Illustration: He crushed them in his, then bent his head and kissed
them. Page 102.
--_Rosemary._]
He crushed them in his, then bent his head and kissed them; first the
girlish right hand, then the left. But she saw his face contract as
he caught the gleam of her wedding ring. As he looked up, their eyes met
again, and each knew what was in the other's mind.
"Angel, dearest," said Rosemary, "do tell the fairy father you're glad
to see him."
Evelyn started. "Why do you call him that?"
"Because he said he was a fairy, and would have to vanish soon. But
you'll beg him not to, won't you?"
"I--I should be sorry to lose him again. We haven't many friends, in
these days." The bright head was bowed over the child's, as Rosemary
clung to her mother's dress.
"You never lost me," said Hugh Egerton. "It was I who lost you. Evie,
you don't know what black years these have been.
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