“When Owlet becomes calm you will perhaps explain where she was found, how she came here, and who brought her,” Roma said.
Mr. Merritt nodded, and sat down.
It was not long, however, before the child’s transports subsided, and she lay, quiet and contented, on the bosom of her lady.
Presently she said:
“Lady, where is dear little Ducky Darling? Did you bring her here with you?”
“No, my dear. I could not take her away from her father and mother, you know,” Roma answered.
“Oh, no; so you couldn’t. Are you going back soon, Lady?”
“In about a month, dear.”
“Then we will take Ducky Darling some dolls. She likes dolls, if I don’t. Did she cry after me?”
“Yes, dear.”