"And he left me--all
by myself?"
"No, dear; no, little one." Miss Drayton drew the little figure into her
lap. "He left you with good friends all around you. We'll take such care
of you--Captain Wards, that kind stewardess, and I. Isn't it nice that
you and I are next-door neighbors? Bless your dear heart! Of course it's
a disappointment. You miss your uncle. Snuggle right down in my arms and
have your cry out."
Anne winked back her tears. "It hurts--to cry," she said rather
unsteadily. "But you see it's--it's lonesome. I wish Rosy Posy was
here."
"Is Rosy Posy one of your little friends at home?" asked Miss Drayton,
wishing to divert Anne's thoughts.
"Yes, Miss Drayton. She's my best little friend. And so beautiful! Such
lovely long yellow curls. She sleeps with me every night. And I tell her
all my secrets. I've had her since I was a little girl."
"Oh! Rosy Posy's your doll, is she?" questioned Miss Drayton.
Anne nodded assent. "Uncle Carey gave her to me. I make some of her
clothes. Louise makes the frilly ones. We were getting her school
dresses ready. Uncle Carey said I really truly must go to school this
year. Then yesterday he came home in such a hurry.
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