You wait here till I put my pyjamas on, and then I'll come back for you.

And mother and father shall come and see you nicely tucked in!' 'Don't be long!' the child anxiously called after him as he hurried away.
Even trust can have its doubts.
In a few minutes Harold was back, in pyjamas and slipper and a dressing- gown.

Pearl, already wrapped in a warm shawl by her mother, held out her arms to Harold, who lifted her.
The Stonehouses' suite of rooms was close to the top of the companion- way, and as Harold's stateroom was on the saloon deck, the little procession had, much to the man's concern, run the gauntlet of the thong of passengers whom the bad weather had kept indoors.

When he came out of the day cabin carrying the child there was a rush of all the women to make much of the little girl.

They were all very kind and no troublesome; their interest was natural enough, and Harold stopped whilst they petted the little thing.
The little procession followed.