"He has gone away, sweetheart," he said, "but when he comes in the morning I shall send for you and you will see him. You are the little girl who was injured, eh? Are you getting better?"
Elsie, having seen Mamie safely extracted from the stair-way, became voluble.
"My elbow is stiff, but it doesn't hurt. I was feelin' pretty bad 'fore the milk came, but Mamie 'n' me had a lovely lot, an' some beautiful jelly. Fine, wasn't it, Mamie?"
"'Squizzit!" agreed Mamie.
"I think I'd like being here if there was more room," said the child. "An' why isn't there any washin'? Mamie 'n' me is always bein' washed 'cept when we're here."
"Surely you have not kept your face as clean as it is now ever since you left the ship?"
"Oh, no," put in Mamie. "We've just been rubbed with a hanky."
"And sent out to pay a call?"
"Not 'zactly," said truthful Mamie. "Mr. Pyne told us to wait near the door—"
"That's an old story now," intervened Pyne quickly. "Climb up on my shoulder and have a look at the sea. Perhaps there may be a ship, too."