"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 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?"