“Never was she allowed to be alone with him for one moment. Always when playing her childish games with him, her nurse sat near by, within hearing of her voice, her beady eyes watching her every movement.
“As the child pondered on this startling state of affairs, her friend suddenly appeared. At once the nurse glided to her post.
“‘See the ship,’ he cried in her native language. ‘It will sail this evening. The next ship that comes will take me home to my baby. Let’s go and buy her a doll.’
“To the shop they went, the nurse trotting along beside them.
“They bought a wonderful doll, an exact copy of Cherry Blossom in her silken robes.
“They bought many other toys, among them a complete outfit for making sand pictures.
“‘I’ll tell my baby how you helped me to choose her doll. Now let’s go to the beach and you bring your sand bags and teach me how to make the pictures so I can make them for her.’
“Happy thought! Now maybe she could have an instant, just a weenty instant alone with him, and so she asked the nurse to bring the bags of sand.
“‘You come, too,’ whispered the nurse, and refused to budge without the child.