the steering wheel as if he were caressing a baby's head, the chauffeur
sprang up beside his master, and they were off. But with a cry, Rosemary
rushed across the road.

The nou-nou shrieked and hugged her muffled charge; the old lady
screamed, and all the other old ladies and young ladies, and pretty
girls sitting on the benches, or walking about, screamed too.

The man who drove was pale under his coat of brown tan as with a crash
of machinery he brought the big blue car to a stop so close to the child
that its glittering bonnet touched her coat. He did not say a word for
an instant, for his lips were pressed so tightly together, that they
were a white line.

[Illustration: With a crash of machinery he brought the big blue car to
a stop. Page 70.

--_Rosemary._]

That beautiful, little golden-haired, smiling thing, so full of life!
But it was all right now. She was smiling still, as if she did not guess
the deadly peril she had just escaped.

"Don't you know, little one," he asked gently, "that it's very dangerous
to run in front of automobiles?"

"Oh, but I wanted so much to stop you," said Rosemary.

"Why, do you know me?" And the young man smiled such a pleasant smile,
with a gleam of white teeth, that the child was more than ever sure she