Rosemary - A Christmas story by C. N. Williamson;A. M. Williamson
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had told her she must never stir beyond the hotel garden alone. But
then, Angel probably did not know this important fact about fathers lost at sea, returning on Christmas Eve, and not at any other time. If she waited until Angel came in, it might be after sunset, as it had been yesterday; and then even if they hurried into the street to search, they could not recognize him in the dark. "I do think Angel would surely want me to go, if she knew," thought Rosemary. Her heart was beating fast, under the little dark blue coat. What a glorious surprise for Angel, if she could bring a tall, handsome man into this room, and say, "Dearest, now you won't have to work any more, or cry in the night when you think I've gone to sleep. Here's father, come back out of the sea." "Oh, oh!" she cried, and ran from the room, afraid of wasting another instant. The sallow young concierge had often seen the child go out alone to disappear round the path that circled the hotel, and play in the dusty square of grass which, on the strength of two orange trees and a palm, was called a garden. He thought nothing of it now, when she nodded in her polite little way, and opened the door for herself. Five minutes later, he was reading of a delicious jewel robbery, which had happened in a tunnel near Nice, and had forgotten all about Rosemary's existence. The little girl had an idea that she ought to go to the place where ships came in, and as she had more than once walked to the port with her |
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