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A moment later, the ward was startled by a cry from the hall beyond, "Yosie, Angel's Yosie!" Miss Ruth and the doctor hurried out. In the hall in a rolling chair sat a young woman to whose knees the Angel was clinging, amid sobs and little cooing cries of joy. "Yosie, Angel's Yosie." "Poor girl!" ejaculated the young doctor, "this may lead to her identification.
"Sure an' it shall go to its mammy," returned Mrs O'Malligan soothingly, "an' whir was it ye left her, me Angel?" "Yes, tell its Norma where it left its mamma," murmured Miss Bonkowski coaxingly. "Yosie bring Angel way a way," explained the baby obediently. "Yosie say Angel be a good girl and her come yite back.
"A gwate, big girl," repeated the baby, nodding her pretty head approvingly, "that what Yosie say," then with abrupt change of tone, "where her breakfast, her wants her milk!" "An' she shall have it, sure," cried Mrs. O'Malligan promptly, and retired out the door with heavy haste, while Miss Bonkowski hospitably turned to bring forth what the apartment could boast in the way of breakfast.
"Yosie brought Angel " the child began, then as if the full realization of the strangeness of it all returned at mention of that familiar name, the baby turned her back on Norma and pulling at Mary Carew's dress imperatively, gazed up into that lady's thin, sharp face, "Angel wants her mamma, take Angel to her mamma," she commanded, even while her baby chin was quivering and the big eyes winking to keep back the tears.
Where Yosie, Angel wants Yosie to come now," and the plaintive little voice broke into a sob, as the child looked from one to the other of the circle beseechingly. The ladies exchanged pitying glances while the persevering Miss Norma rattled an empty spool in a tin cup violently to distract the baby's thoughts. "And how old is Angel?" she continued.
"Yosie sick, mamma sick, Tante sick, but Angel, her ain't sick when she come way a way on on " a worried look flitted over the flushed little face, and she looked up at Norma expectantly as if expecting her to supply the missing word, "on, Angel come way a way on vaisseau " at last with baby glee she brought the word forth triumphantly, "Papa bye and Angel and mamma and Tante and Yosie come way a way on vaisseau!"
"Do you know Angel?" she asked, her hand on the child as she spoke. There was a slight affirmative droop to the eyelids, while the gaze beneath was fixed imploringly on Miss Ruth. "Are you Rosy?" she asked. "My Yosie, it is my Yosie!" declared the Angel, with one of her little bursts of baby rage, pulling away from Norma and stamping her foot, frantic that any doubt should exist.
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