ark 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
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, pe