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I can take the child without a whimper from her, and you know it! So, why not be sensible and come along too, and look out for her yourself?" "You shall not take her!" Azalea looked like an angry tigress. "Gee! Wish I had you on the screen like that! You're some picture!" "Please, Mr. Merritt," Azalea tried coaxing again, "please believe me, I can't take Fleurette again. Her mother why, Mr.
I left my pet pipe here yesterday. Skip along home, and I'll follow." Azalea went on and was surprised to find the house deserted. She went straight to the nursery, and found Fleurette in the care of Janet, who was substitute nurse in Winnie's absence. "Everything all right, Janet?" said Azalea. "Yes, Miss Thorpe. Baby's had her milk, and I think she'll soon go to sleep."
Not willing to wait for a better-tempered moment, the man took the record and poor little Fleurette was immortalised by a squall instead of a sunny burst of laughter. But there was no help for it, and Azalea, greatly chagrined, took the baby back to Nurse. "Here's your naughty little kiddy," she cried ruefully, handing Fleurette over, but giving the child a loving caress, even as she spoke.
"She's a frivolous little thing, but thoroughly sweet and dear. She adores Fleurette." "Aha, little mother! So that's the way to your good graces, is it? I too adore Fleurette." "But you're already in my good graces, and have been for years." "So? Then," Chick's tone grew wheedlesome, "invite me up here often, won't you?"
"I hesitated about going," Patty demurred, "for it's Winnie's Sunday out, and I had to leave baby with Janet. I've never done it before." "Oh, well," Betty laughed, "she'll probably sleep till you get back. Don't babies always sleep all the afternoon?" "Not always, but Fleurette often does. Oh, of course, she'll be all right" "And Azalea isn't there," she added, in a low tone to her husband.
To be sure she couldn't really recognise Fleurette's face, but she was certain that Patty's mother heart could make no mistake, and it was small wonder that she was overcome at seeing her child in such scenes. "Hush, Patty," said Mona, as Patty's sobs began to sound hysterical, "hush, this is only a picture, you know, this isn't really Fleurette, she is safe at home "
"Let me go in ahead of you people, won't you, please?" she begged, and the waiting line fell back to accommodate her. But alas for her hopes. She wanted the baby to coo and gurgle in the delightful little way that Fleurette had in her happiest moments.
Patty said no word to the girl, but holding Fleurette close, went at once to the nursery with her. "She's all right, Winnie, isn't she?" the mother asked, anxiously. "Yes, ma'am, I think so, but she's a little too droopy for mere sleepiness." "Droopy! what do you mean?" "It may be nothing, Mrs. Farnsworth, it may be only that she's tired out and very sleepy, but she acts a mite as if she'd been "
"Merci, prophetique fleurette, Corolle a l'oracle vainqueur, Car voila trois ans, paquerette, Que tu m'ouvris un petit coeur. "Et depuis trois hivers, ma belle, L'enfant aux grands yeux de velours Maintient son petit coeur fidele, Fidele comme aux premiers jours."
Having sat for nearly an hour, holding and fondling her idolised child, she realised that whatever Fleurette had gone through, she was safe now, and that whatever was to be done to Azalea by way of punishment, was more Bill's affair than hers. "You don't care two cents for your wonder-child!
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