THE RAINBOW BOOK
"You fell down, dear," replied Nurse Evelyn, " and we are taking care of you until you are fetched home. You'll soon be all right again. Does your ankle hurt much ? Don't move it."
" It feels funny," replied Stella, " but doesn't hurt now it is still—thank you very much," she added, staring about her in amazement at the strange faces, the holly in the strange surroundings, at the nurses in their pretty costumes with their white caps and aprons, and at the sleeping children clutching their toys. In the cot next to hers, however, the little fair-haired boy looked awake. His eyes in their aimless wandering were now fixed on the high window through which the stars were twinkling at him, and the Evening Star looked fixedly down upon him. His hands lay listlessly on the polished wooden box. The music had changed, and in his ear it sang of " Angels ever bright and fair."
Stella, who was watching him with so much interest, asked who he was.
" He is a little foundling," said Nurse Evelyn. " He was abandoned in the cold streets."
Stella turned her head on the pillow towards him again, and asked timidly—
" Are you better ? "
" Talk to him to-morrow, dear," advised Nurse Evelyn.