mother, she knew the way very well.

Two white yachts were riding at anchor in the harbour, but no one had
come on shore who looked handsome enough for a father to be recognised
by 'eaven-sent-hinstinct, the moment you set eyes upon him. Rosemary
stood by the quay for a few minutes, uncertain what to do. Two or three
deep-eyed, long-lashed Monegasque men smiled at her kindly, as
Monegasque men and Italians smile at all children. She had learned to
lisp French with comparative fluency, during the months she and "Angel"
had spent in Paris; and now she asked where the people went who had come
in on those pretty white ships?

"Those are yachts," said one of the deep-eyed men; "and the people who
come on them are rowed to shore in little boats. Then they go quickly up
the hill, to the Casino--that big white building there--so that they can
put their money on a table, or take somebody else's money off."

"I have always seen dishes put on tables," said Rosemary, "never money.
If I went there, could I take some off? I should like to have a little,
very much."

"So would we all," smiled the deep-eyed man, patting her head. "They
would not let you in, because you are too young."

"I want to find my father, who has been on the sea," the child
explained. "Do you think he might be there?"

"He is sure to be there," said the deep-eyed man; and he and the other
men laughed. "If you sit on a bench where the grass and flowers are,
outside the Casino door, and watch, perhaps you will see him come down