had done right.

"Yes, I know you by 'eavensenthinstinct." She got out the long word with
a gasp or two; but it was a great success. She had not mixed up a single
syllable.

The young man burst out laughing. "Where's your nurse?" he asked.

"In London," said Rosemary. "She isn't my nurse any more."

"Well, your mother--"

"She isn't--"

"What? Are you going to tell me she isn't your mother any more? Are you
out 'on your own,' little lady?"

"I don't know what that is; and my mother's my mother just as usual,
thank you," said Rosemary, with dignity. "She's quite well. But she
doesn't know I came out to look for you."

"Oh, doesn't she?" echoed the young man in the car. "Then don't you
think the best thing you can do is to let me take you back to her?"

"She won't be home yet, not till it's dark, I expect," said the child.

"Oh, that's a long time yet. Well, since you know me, wouldn't you like
to climb in, and have a little run?"

"May I, truly and really?" The little face grew pink with joy.