"She doesn't know where she lives," murmured Suze and Paulette, in chorus. "Then she can stay always and live with us, can't she?"
"Perhaps she wouldn't want to do that," said Suze senior. "Perhaps she has a mother waiting for her somewhere."
"But do fairies have mothers?" Paulette wanted to know.
"Or angels?" added Suze. "I always thought they hadn't."
"I have," the visitor announced, hastily. "Some kinds of angels do—the kind like me. My name's Angel Odell."
"Well, I never supposed angels had last names," Paulette reflected, aloud. "I thought they were just called Gabriel or 25 something like that, and that they were generally boys."
"Oh no!" Angel Odell announced, with decision. "Boys are never angels, anyhow, not in America where I live when I'm home."
"She lives in America," the two children repeated to their mother. "That's not fairyland or heaven, is it?"
"Fairyland can be anywhere, your father says," Suze senior answered. "But see, it's going to be twilight soon! I think we must try to find out where Angel Odell lives, and take her home. She says she's lost—so her mother will be anxious."
"She thinks I'm with my governess," said Angel.