CHAPTER VIII
SARAH IN DISGRACE
HE first person Rosemary saw was Shirley, looking very small and forlorn. She sat on a chair so high that her little feet dangled in mid-air. One hand clutched a half eaten bun, the other held a scarcely tasted glass of milk.
"Oh Rosemary!" cried the familiar little voice. "I'm so glad you've come!"
An obliging man in a blue uniform took the bun and the glass of milk and Rosemary hugged Shirley tightly.
"How could you run away again, darling?" the older sister whispered reproachfully. "You worried us so! Were you out in the rain?"
"Only a little," said Shirley, restored to cheerfulness now that Rosemary was here to take care of her.