A little aristocrat she was, from the poise of her golden
head to the tip of her prunella boots.
"Well," said the officer, laying down his pen, "what can I do for you,
little lady?"
The child turned to Squire, who came forward and stood in embarrassed
silence, uneasily shifting his position from one foot to the other. He had
been advised by saucy Polly "not ter skeer fo'ks ter def by de way he dun
his face," and he was a little out of his moorings. But finally he managed
to say:
"It's Mars Robert Marsden, sah, dat me and Lil Missus wan'er see."
"Well, who is Lil Missus? and what is she to Colonel Marsden?"
His admiring gaze was directed again to the child.
"Shee's his own flesh en blood, sah; nuffin' shorter; hees lil gal dat wuz
born'd arfter he wen' back ter N'ark."
"Whew," whistled the officer; "I didn't know Colonel Marsden was a family
man. That accounts for many things, I have always thought peculiar in a
man of his attractive personality. Well, I am sure I envy him his newly
found daughter. Wait here a little, and I will see if the Colonel is
awake. He is convalescent now, and will doubtless be glad to see you
both.
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