Big Bill Farnsworth came into the nursery, where Patty was playing with the baby. It was the nurse's luncheon hour, and Patty always looked after Fleurette then. "Take her, Daddy," Patty cried, holding up the soft, fragrant little bundle of happy humanity, and Farnsworth grasped the child in his strong careful way, and tossed her up high above his head.

He was just bent on getting Fleurette for that picture, it would take only a few minutes, and I was just as bent that he shouldn't. "So, when he found I had outwitted him, he accepted the situation, why, he even wanted to take my picture in my angry mood! He is a man who thinks of nothing but a good pose for his pictures."

Patty, happy as a butterfly, hovered over her treasures. She wore the immaculate white linen garb of a nurse, and very sweet and fair she looked. Later, Fleurette was to grace the booth and attract all observers by her marvellous baby charm. At high noon the bazaar was opened with a flourish of trumpets and a fanfaronade by the band.

I didn't know life with you and Fleurette would be so beautiful as it is!" "Is it, dearest? I'm so glad," and the big man looked at his dainty, sweet little wife with his whole soul in his fine clear blue eyes. "Your eyes are wonderful, Billee, dear," said Patty, meeting his glance lovingly; "did your mother have blue eyes, or your father?" "Both of them did.

I decided I had been foolishly nervous about it, and I took Fleurette down on the porch for a little while. "Then that man came and demanded her! I was alone, except for Janet, who is no good in an emergency, and Mr. Merritt was very determined. If I hadn't thought of the phonograph I don't know what I should have done, for that man is quite capable of taking Baby away from my arms by main force.

This was the fact that she had previously taken the baby, Fleurette, over to the studios and had used the child in the pictures. This she felt quite sure the Farnsworths would not forgive. Azalea would not have done it, if it had occurred to her at first how the parents would resent such use of their child. But Mr.

The two started off, and for a few moments walked along in silence. Azalea was in a quiet, chastened mood, a side of her character that Phil had never before seen, and he noted with pleasure the gentle sweetness of her face and the soft tones of her voice. "It woke me up," she said, reminiscently, "when that man tried to take Fleurette from my arms.

In a great chair before the fire sat Le M'sieur, so that I could see his face and what was gathered up close in his arms. At first I thought it was a sleeping child he was holding. And then I saw the long hair streaming to the floor, and in that moment La Fleurette beautiful as the angels I had dreamed of raised her face and saw me at the window.

She had no thought of this, for she was in earnest, and her whole soul was up in arms at thought of the threatened abduction of Fleurette. And, so, knowing that the child was safe with Mrs. Gale, she let the vials of her wrath pour forth on the villain who had so aroused it, and her voice was raised in scathing obloquy. "All right!"

"And I just thought," Mona went on, "that I'd tell you before Patty did, for, oh, well, this is my real reason, Patty is so wrought up and so wild over the Fleurette matter that she can't judge Azalea fairly, and I don't want to have injustice done to her at this stage of the game.